Third Person's POV
On the drive back to the healing center, Seraphina hung up the phone with the police. Her face was a mask of cold, professional iron.
Mortimer white-knuckled the steering wheel, his jaw working as he tried to find the words. He kept glancing at her, looking like a man standing on a live wire.
Seraphina didn't give him the satisfaction of struggling. She turned to him, her eyes sharp. "You want to know why I'm putting Vivian in a cage?"
Mortimer hesitated for two beats, then let out a low "Yeah."
He avoided her gaze, his Alpha confidence replaced by a hollow, flickering guilt.
"Because she committed a crime," Seraphina said, her voice a flat, uncompromising gavel. "It's my civic duty. It's that simple."
She sat with her spine locked, showing zero doubt.
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