Third Person's POV
Vivian froze, her little secret stripped bare in the middle of the hall.
She shot Seraphina a look that could kill, then brushed past her, heading for Rolf's room.
But as their shoulders grazed, she stopped. "Try to steal Mortimer from me," she hissed through gritted teeth, "and I'll rip you apart, Seraphina."
Seraphina let out a short, dry laugh she couldn't quite catch.
The vein in Vivian's temple throbbed. She whirled around. "What's so funny?"
"Relax. I'm not interested in your 'prey.'"
Seraphina almost told her that Mortimer was home with a fever—practically gift-wrapped for her to go play nursemaid.
But then she remembered the look on his face this morning.
At first, she didn't understand why Mortimer was angry when she had acted generously, even offering
