Third Person's POV
Mortimer saw it—the way she kept checking her watch, the restless energy vibrating under her skin.
He remembered the voice on the phone. She'd told that "Dash" guy she'd be back soon.
So that was it? She couldn't even handle a few hours with her own family because she was so desperate to get back to him?
The jealousy in his gut felt like acid.
As Seraphina glanced at her wrist for the third time in ten minutes, he spoke up, his voice tight. "We haven't been back to the manor in ages. We're staying the night."
"No!" The refusal was immediate. Explosive.
Dash couldn't be without her for that long.
If she didn't show up tonight, he'd spiral into a total mess.
Mortimer's brow furrowed.
The sheer bluntness of her rejection stung more than he expected. Inside his hea
