Seraphina's POV
I stopped eating and set my fork down. A flicker of genuine surprise hit me, and the words slipped out before I could stop them. "So... are you not feeling well?"
The Blade Healing Center, owned by the Craig Group, was the premier werewolf medical facility in LA. It had the best medical team in the States, catering exclusively to socialites and the elite.
As the Alpha of the Blades, if Mortimer had so much as a headache, he'd be there, not here at my workplace. It made zero sense.
Mortimer went quiet for a beat. Then he ground his teeth, his voice dropping an octave. "Did it ever occur to you that I came here specifically for you?"
This time, the shock hit harder.
But it only lasted a second. I quickly reset my expression, picked up my utensils, and went back to finis
