Third Person's POV
The window rolled down, and sitting in the passenger seat was none other than Mortimer.
"Damn it, why won't they just leave us alone?" Trista's brows knitted tightly, her tone dripping with pure, unadulterated disgust.
Seraphina followed her gaze.
Her eyes darkened the moment she saw Mortimer's stone-cold face.
The car door swung open.
Mortimer stepped out first, dragging a heavy, suffocating wave of aura as he strode toward them.
When he caught sight of Seraphina's nose, red from the cold, and her pale, exhausted face under the streetlights, his pupils instantly narrowed into slits.
His jaw cracked with a sharp pop from the sheer, repressed frustration building up inside him.
"Still haven't found that loser?" Mortimer asked, his voice rough and laced with heavy
