Third Person's POVMortimer sat in the back of the Bentley, staring a hole through the iMessage thread on his phone.The text he'd sent Seraphina minutes ago sat there, a lonely blue bubble marked "Delivered," with zero sign of a reply."It's raining. I'm coming to pick you up." It was like shouting into a void.Mortimer felt a slow-burn rage tightening his chest, making every breath feel heavy."Real smooth, Seraphina," he muttered through gritted teeth.In the driver's seat, George caught a glimpse of his boss in the rearview mirror.Alpha Mortimer was radiating a level of cold that felt like it was frosting the windows.George shrunk into his collar, trying to turn himself into part of the upholstery."Forget it. Let's go," Mortimer snapped."Yes, Alpha."George went to shift into drive, but Mortimer cut him off again. "Wait."George looked back. Mortimer was staring out at the rain, his expression dark. He held out a hand. "Give me the umbrella.""Right away, sir." George scramble
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