Third Person's POV
Mortimer lowered his gaze, falling completely silent. After a few seconds, he stood up with Dash, carrying him over to the fluffy cream-colored dog bed. He set the puppy down with agonizing care, then finally straightened up to look at Seraphina.
"Do you mind if I grab a shower first?"
Looking at Mortimer's completely wrecked, sewage-soaked state, Seraphina really didn't have the heart to kick him out immediately. She pointed toward the guest bathroom.
"It's over there."
"Thanks."
The corner of Mortimer's mouth ticked up into a victorious, deeply satisfied smirk. He turned on his heel and strode quickly toward the bathroom.
Watching this from the sidelines, Wilmot couldn't stomach the guy's smugness for another second.
"It's an act. He is completely weaponizing t
