Ravenna laughed, sweet as spun sugar. "No one treats me better than you, brother."
"But didn't you have plans with Miss Blackthorn today? It's all my fault for being so timid and insisting you escort me into the Citadel. She won't be upset with me, will she?"
Fenris waved it off. "Don't worry about that. Your business comes first."
I remembered this day from my past life. Fenris and I had made plans to run the silver lakeshore together in wolf form.
He'd told me something urgent had come up with the Crimson Fang.
I'd waited by the lake all day, watching the water until the moon rose above the treeline.
So his urgent warpack business had been escorting Ravenna to the Citadel.
A bitter smile tugged at my lips.
Fenris seemed to sense something and turned toward where I stood. His nostrils flared once, catching my scent on the still air before his eyes found me.
His eyes widened. "Seraphina?"
I didn't answer.
His expression froze.
He walked toward me.
"What are you doing here? Did you receive the invitation I sent?"
When I said nothing, he kept talking, filling the silence himself.
He'd already decided what this was.