Valerius Stone's voice filled the room, deceptively casual. "Nightwing. This is unexpected."
I gripped the phone tight enough to hear the plastic creak. Beside me, my brothers tensed, their gazes fixed on Seraphina's face. Her eyes were wide, fixed on the phone like it was her only lifeline.
"Stone," I acknowledged, keeping my voice level despite the rage boiling beneath my skin. "We have a situation."
There was a pause on the other end of the line. "I'm assuming this concerns Seraphina," he said, cutting straight to the point. "Is she hurt?"
The immediate concern in his voice made my wolf snarl. What right did he have to worry about our mate?
"She's..." I hesitated, glancing at her bloodied hand. "Physically, she'll be fine."
Seraphina made a small, desperate sound and tried to reach for the phone. Ronan gently held her back, earning himself a glare of pure hatred that twisted my gut.
"What's happened?" Stone demanded, his tone sharpening.
