SERAPHINA’S POV
The Silencer laughed.
The sound was wrong somehow—too light for the room, too careless for a man bound inside layered psychic restraints.
“Well,” he said when he was done, tilting his head as he looked at Corin, “this is spectacularly bad luck.”
Corin didn’t respond right away.
He took another step further into the chamber, and the door sealed behind him with a muted hum that reverberated through the curved walls.
His gaze lingered on the Silencer, his smile unfurling slow and razor-sharp.
“You should be thanking whatever gods you pray to,” he said, “that I arrived after you were secured. My twin sister is a lot more merciful than I am.”
The Silencer’s smile twitched. “Still sore about last time?”
“I spared your wretched life,” Corin replied ple
