Seraphine's POV
Theodore gripped my hand tightly as he stormed out of the room, his face dark with anger. His long strides forced me to nearly run to keep pace as we rushed through the hospital corridors. The intensity radiating from him made the air around us feel electric and dangerous.
We had almost reached the main entrance when a tall figure approached us rapidly.
"Mr. Zain!" The man called out, his voice echoing through the lobby.
Theodore came to an abrupt halt, pulling me close to his side. His eyes narrowed into deadly slits as he studied the approaching stranger.
"What do you want?" Theodore's voice was ice cold.
The man was clearly winded from chasing us down. He struggled to catch his breath as he positioned himself directly in our path. "I'm the Jeremy of this hospital, Dr. Beck Johnson."
"I'm aware of who you are," Theodore replied without any warmth.
