DIMITRI'S POV
I couldn't take it anymore—watching Trevor Kingston's hands all over Blair, seeing that fake smile plastered on her face while her eyes screamed for help, listening to my father orchestrate this farce like she was nothing but an object to be used for his business transactions.
And the moment Trevor kissed her hand, something snapped inside me.
"I'd like to steal Blair for a second, if you don’t mind, Trevor," I said, my eyes locked dead cold on him as I reached Blair's side and extended my hand to her. "There's something important I want to discuss with her."
Father spat, his voice laced with danger. "Dimitri, sit down. Now."
"No." I met his gaze without flinching, letting him see exactly how far past giving a damn I'd gone. "Blair, come with me."
She took my hand witho
