BLAIR'S POV
I sank back onto the bed, pulling my knees to my chest. He'd admitted he wanted me—that should have felt like a win.
But instead, it felt like torture because wanting wasn't enough if he wouldn't let himself have me.
My phone buzzed with a text from Jane–Again. "I'm so sorry about last night. Are you okay? Please tell me Dimitri didn't kill anyone."
"I'm fine,” I texted back. And no, he didn't kill anyone. But he might kill me with frustration."
"What does that mean??" She typed, and I could feel the anticipation from way over here. I didn't respond, tossing my phone aside. How could I explain something I didn't fully understand myself?
The rest of the day crawled by.
I tried to read, to play my cello, anything to distract myself with.
Nothing that wasn't Dimitri, bu
