Third Person's POVOn the drive back to the healing center, Seraphina hung up the phone with the police. Her face was a mask of cold, professional iron.Mortimer white-knuckled the steering wheel, his jaw working as he tried to find the words. He kept glancing at her, looking like a man standing on a live wire.Seraphina didn't give him the satisfaction of struggling. She turned to him, her eyes sharp. "You want to know why I'm putting Vivian in a cage?"Mortimer hesitated for two beats, then let out a low "Yeah."He avoided her gaze, his Alpha confidence replaced by a hollow, flickering guilt."Because she committed a crime," Seraphina said, her voice a flat, uncompromising gavel. "It's my civic duty. It's that simple."She sat with her spine locked, showing zero doubt.She'd forced Vivian to apologize to kill the PR nightmare, but that didn't mean she was letting the felony slide.She knew the legal system—if the orderly didn't talk, the charges might not stick.But reporting it was
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