Third Person's POV
"This neighborhood is crawling with wolves who know the Blade pack. Even Craig Group's rivals have eyes here. If some old fox sees you hopping out of a taxi like a stranger, the rumors will spread like a plague."
Mortimer's voice dropped into a low, aggressive rasp. He was talking fast now, reaching for any logic that would stick. "Seraphina, if your 'avoidance' causes a hit to the Group's reputation, I'm not signing that dissolution paper. In fact—"
He locked his eyes onto hers, his gaze turning dangerous. "I'll just assume you're staging all this 'divorce' drama to get my attention because you're actually desperate to stay."
He watched her face, waiting for a hit.
Seraphina's brow furrowed with pure, unadulterated annoyance. Mortimer's jaw was set so tight his tee
