"She can be dangerous," Seraphine said, her voice quiet but firm.
Voren agreed, his expression thoughtful, his mind already working through the possibilities. "Indeed. And she seems interested in my powers."
He paused, consulting his wolf. 'Bloodfang, what do you think? Should we take the bait?'
Bloodfang smirked in Voren's mind, a dark, predatory amusement flickering through their connection. 'Let's see if she's powerful enough to handle my energy. But let her begin with her mate.'
Voren agreed, his voice steady. "Alright. If you drain your mate and are still up to it, then you can drain mine. And that of Corvine."
Corvine wanted to cry. His face fell, his mouth opening in protest, but before he could argue, Voren added, "Sword is very powerful too."
Suddenly, the playful voice vanished, replaced by something serious, something ancient. It still wasn't Quinn's voice.
