He's... mortal

Third-person Pov 

The ride from the Aldoria airport to the Hook mansion felt unbearably long, even though it couldn't have been more than an hour, and Seraphina sat stiffly in the backseat of the black car Gianna had sent to pick her up. 

She clutched the handle of her carry-on bag, her knuckles turning white as her mind raced.

She was dreading seeing Gianna again and having to deal with her crazy aunt under the same roof. Her emotions, as they were, were already all over the place, so she wasn't too confident about her self-control. 

Sighing, she shook her head, trying to push those thoughts away. She couldn't afford to think about Gianna right now. This was about her father. The man who, despite his faults, was still the only parent she had left, and she didn't want to believe Gianna's claim that he was nearing the end. 

She needed to believe her father still had time. He had to.