*
“Maeve, are you okay?”
I turned sharply to face Blake, who was looking at me confusedly. He had placed his hand on top of mine, and his cold touch was what drew my attention back.
“Did you say something?” I asked, clearly flustered by what I had just seen. It could have been a trick of the light. Or perhaps subconsciously, there was a part of me which was constantly thinking about him. But I could have sworn that Vlad had been standing right outside, watching me with those red eyes which held so much venom and hate.
“I’ve been talking for the last five minutes,” he said. “You seem distracted by something. Am I boring you out?”
“Not at all,” I said quickly, trying to recompose myself. “I just thought I saw someone I knew.”
“You look like you’ve just seen a ghost,” he said. “Are yo
