Seraphina's POV
Honestly, I didn't really want to hear his explanation. But out of politeness, I stayed where I was, watching him and waiting for him to finish.
Mortimer's gaze shifted away for a second, betraying an undeniable flash of guilt.
He cleared his throat. "Tonight at the club, the guys suggested a game. We all put our phones on the table and waited to see whose mate would call first to tell them to come home."
I blinked, a little taken aback.
"They all said I was a shoo-in to win," he continued. "Every time we've gone out before, I was always the first one to get a call from my mate. But tonight... I waited until the very end, and my phone never rang."
When he first started speaking, his tone was casual—normal even.
But by the end, I caught a rare hint of grievance in his
