Seraphina's POV
I walked past him, opened my office door, and stepped inside.
Mortimer followed close behind, his face a mask of cold fury.
As he got closer, a thick, cloying wave of omega pheromones hit my nose. It was Vivian's scent—fresh and lingering. He'd obviously come straight from her. My wolf recoiled instantly, and I reflexively put some distance between us.
He fixed those dark eyes on me, his voice low and heavy. "Why didn't you pick up your phone?"
I gave him a look of genuine surprise. Honestly, I was confused. What was he even doing here? Hadn't he left to take Vivian home?
"I called you half a dozen times. I even tried to reach you through the mind-link. You actually blocked the connection?"
There was a trace of something in his voice—something that sounded almost lik
