Third Person's POV
Mortimer snatched his phone off the table, his face a blank mask. "This game is stupid," he scoffed. "Let's not play it again."
Vivian looked at him, her voice dripping with fake sympathy. "I wonder what's going on with Luna Seraphina? Usually she calls to check up on you before we even finish. Everyone else has already left, and she hasn't called once."
She paused, shooting him a hesitant look. "Morty, do you think she's still mad at you? This is all my fault. I never should have asked you to keep me company. Now I've caused a fight between you two."
Wilmot glanced up at her. "If you know that, then maybe don't cross the line next time. Whether you like it or not, Morty is mated. Stop running to him for every little thing."
He didn't raise his voice, but the accusa
