Seraphina's POV
I slammed through the hospital entrance doors hard enough to rattle the glass. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead like angry wasps, grating on my already frayed nerves. Mortals scattered at my approach—smart of them. I was in no mood for pleasantries.
"Hazel Croft," I barked at the wide-eyed receptionist. "What room?"
The young woman blinked rapidly, fingers hovering over her keyboard. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but I can't just—"
"I don't have time for this," I cut her off. "A young woman was brought here earlier today. Brown hair, green eyes, early twenties. Where is she?"
"Ma'am, without proper authorization—"
My patience, already hanging by a thread, snapped clean. I leaned across the counter, pushing my face close to hers. "Listen carefully. Every second you waste is another second her life is in danger. Now tell me where she is."
Two security guards approached, their expressions stern. "Is there a problem here?" the taller one asked.
