Seraphina's POV
His voice was heavy with suppressed anxiety and defeat.
I paused for a second, but I didn't bother turning around. "Yeah. It's honestly pretty uncomfortable."
I didn't sugarcoat it. I couldn't care less about protecting his fragile Alpha ego right now or pretending to care about his feelings.
"Thanks for helping with Dash tonight, by the way," I added, glancing up at the wall clock. It was past 11 PM. The universal sign for 'get out.'
Mortimer clearly caught the cold, dismissive tone in my voice.
He walked closer, and I caught a flash of self-deprecating loneliness in his eyes.
After a long, agonizing beat, he murmured a low, tight, "Okay."
He pulled out his phone, called George, and gave his driver the instructions to bring him some clothes.
But after hanging up,
