Third Person's POV
"I'm ghosting you because I want to. It has zero to do with Seraphina."
Mortimer looked down at her, his eyes like two shards of ice. "Stop dragging her into this like a rabid dog."
Vivian stared back at him, her bottom leaf turning a bloodless white. She dug her nails into her palms until it hurt.
"Also," Mortimer added, his voice flat, "there's a reason I let you in here."
Vivian sniffled, her eyes rimmed with red. "What is it, Morty?"
"You trashed the garden on my terrace. You're going to find Luna Seraphina and you're going to give her a real apology. Sincerely."
"An apology? Why the hell would I—" Vivian's voice hit a sharp, jagged peak before the absolute frost in Mortimer's gaze cut her off. Her fire died instantly. "Morty... I didn't mean it. I swear."
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