Blair sat alone, wearing a cream-colored coat and gray wool scarf. Her left hand held a cup of warm tea, but she had been staring at its steam without drinking for quite some time.
This place was a remnant of her past—a small café she used to visit when she wanted to escape the pressure of the Spencer family. No one knew she was here.
At least, that's what she thought.
Until that voice rang out.
"So... you've returned to your old hiding place."
Blair froze. She recognized that voice even in her nightmares.
Finn.
She turned slowly and saw the man standing in front of her table, appearing calmer than usual—which made him even more frightening.
"What do you want?" Blair asked flatly.
Finn sat down without invitation. "I thought we needed to talk. Without cameras, without a stage. Jus
