Seraphina's POVHonestly, 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 voice, like he was actually accusing me of wronging him.I paused for a split second, then pressed my dry lips together. "I'm sorry you lost your game," I said.Mortimer froze. He stared at me, a flash of s
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