Seraphine's heart hammered against her ribs so hard she half-expected the people standing closest to hear it thudding.
She prayed Voren would keep his mouth shut a little longer, that he wouldn't spill everything right there in front of the whole banquet.
He only shrugged, looking like none of this touched him in the slightest. "I'm only worried about your temper," he told Ravyn, his calm eyes locking onto him. "The last time you showed up at the hospital while she was treating your injured warriors, you remember what you did to her?"
Those words hit like a brick. Ravyn's shoulders locked up. He never expected Voren to publicly bring out the matter, especially when Voren had walked out on him before he could tell him about his plans to have Seraphine back.
Until now, Ravyn could not guess Voren's reasons for that action, planning to speak to him again after the banquet but now, Voren had humiliated him with that innocent reminder.
