Corvin caught her at the door.
"You are not driving to Ashborne tonight."
"Watch me." Sera pulled her heavy winter coat off the iron hook one-handed, her phone still pressed hard against her ear. Dante's voice was a tight, fast vibration on the other end of the line.
“ — which means whatever Mira gave up, it doesn't matter anymore, because Isadora already had it going in. Sera, are you listening to me — "
"I'm listening." She wasn't. She was doing the furious, internal maths on how long the drive took at night, whether the archive gate would still be manned by sympathetic guards, and whether showing up inside pack territory nineteen days before her own dissolution hearing was reckless or simply necessary. The two options kept refusing to separate in her mind.
"If you cross into Ashbor
