Third Person's POV
Mortimer had followed her out. He was right behind her, his presence a heavy, agitated weight in the cold morning air.
Seraphina stopped and turned to face him. "Something else?"
Mortimer's jaw was a hard, tight line—his universal tell for frustration. "Are you 100% sure Rolf's crash was Vivian's doing?"
Seraphina didn't blink. "I'm not."
In her head, she was at about 90%.
But she wasn't giving him that satisfaction. She didn't have the paper trail yet, and she wasn't going to speculate for his benefit.
Mortimer's brow hit a deep, angry knot.
"If you aren't sure, how the hell could you say that in front of a live audience? Do you have any idea what that does?"
He stopped himself before the real words came out, his voice turning sharp and clinical when he saw her
