Seraphina's POV
Mortimer's face went dark instantly. That predatory, cold energy of his started crawling through the air, heavy and thick.
I didn't need a map to know he was pissed.
I took a beat, then tried to give him an out. "Look, if this is just about Rolf, we can talk at home. There's no point in keeping a reservation. I can have my colleagues in the ICU send over the latest charts, and I'll—"
"I'm hungry. We'll talk while we eat," he barked, cutting me off. Every word sounded like it had been dragged through broken glass.
Since he was digging his heels in, I didn't waste any more breath.
Honestly, trying to figure out if he was actually 'hurt' or just throwing an Alpha tantrum felt like too much work.
I reached over and flicked my phone to silent, then went back to replying t
