Third Person's POV
"So, all those late nights... you've been spending them with him?"
Seraphina stayed silent. To Mortimer, silence was a signed confession.
That was the final blow. Whatever was left of his sanity just went up in smoke.
The red in his eyes deepened, the predator's rage finally breaking the levee. "If I hadn't caught you tonight, were you just going to keep lying to my face?"
Seraphina's first instinct was to nod.
But then, under the harsh fluorescent lights of the breakroom, she saw his face. He didn't just look livid; he looked wrecked. Like he was one second away from a total emotional meltdown.
She blinked, genuinely baffled. "What the hell did a dog ever do to this man?" she wondered. Did he get mauled as a kid? Was he chased by a pack of strays?
The image of t
