Seraphina's POV
Mortimer was officially losing his mind. His behavior lately was getting weirder by the second.
But honestly? I didn't have the energy to psychoanalyze his "nice guy" routine. I felt the tension in my forehead smooth out as I just let it go.
Whatever.
I'd just crawled into bed when my phone started vibrating like crazy on the nightstand.
I looked at the name on the screen. First came the shock, then a wave of pure, exhausted annoyance.
I hit accept. "Yeah? Miss Davis."
The second I spoke, Vivian exploded. No "fragile girl" act, just a jagged, high-pitched shriek. "Did you tell Morty not to pick up my calls? Is that what you did?"
I stared at the ceiling, totally lost. "Excuse me?"
"You said something to him! That's why he's ghosting me!" Her voice was like nails on
