Third Person's POV
Inside his mind, his wolf, Barton, was roaring in a blind panic, shaking from the terrifying aftershock of what had just happened.
Just the mental image of Seraphina trying to jump out of a moving car made Mortimer's heart spasm with fear.
Seraphina, on the other hand, knew exactly what she was doing.
Having survived death once already, she valued her life more than anyone.
She had simply gambled on the fact that Mortimer wouldn't want a body on his hands and would definitely stomp on the brakes.
But she didn't waste a single word explaining herself to this arrogant man.
"I need to go back and find Dash," Seraphina said, staring at him with cold, dead eyes. "Let go of me."
Looking at her red-rimmed eyes and the icy, detached look she gave him—as if he were a comp
