Third Person's POV
"If you got me down here alone just to trash Caldwell, then we have nothing left to say."
Seraphina cut Mortimer off again. "The cooling-off period ends in three days, and our bond dissolves. I expect you to show up on time, sign the papers, and get this over with."
Leaving him with that, Seraphina turned on her heel and marched back into the apartment building without a backward glance.
Mortimer stood rooted to the spot, his face incredibly dark.
He didn't know how long he stood there before a sudden prickle of awareness made him look up.
Up on Seraphina's balcony, Caldwell was holding Toasty with one arm, a glass of Scotch balanced in his other hand. He raised the glass in a mock, distant toast.
Even in the shadows, his sharp werewolf eyes gleamed with a faint,
