Third Person's POV
Hearing Seraphina's words, Vivian's face immediately shifted into a mask of deep concern.
She leaned toward Seraphina, her voice pitching into a stage whisper. "This is a soul-healing center, Seraphina. Only wolves with soul damage come here. Don't tell me you're suffering from the same 'soul-fracture' that I have?"
She put a sharp, deliberate emphasis on "same as me," her lips curling into a subtle, mocking smirk.
Seraphina caught the sneer.
She flicked a glance at Mortimer before looking away just as quickly, her tone dismissive. "It's nothing. Just some trouble sleeping."
She gave the bag of meds a small lift and checked her watch. "You two stay busy. I'm heading out."
"Seraphina!"
Mortimer's voice cut through the air.
Seraphina turned back. Mortimer stared a
