Blair's POV
I woke up in the early hours of the morning, exhausted after barely sleeping, my mind occupied with worry about Dimitri.
He'd said he was okay, but I knew him well enough to know he'd downplay anything that might worry me.
‘A little banged up’ could mean anything from a scratch to a broken rib.
When I made it downstairs for breakfast, I found Valor reading the paper, looking unusually troubled.
"Good morning, Blair," he said, glancing up. "Did you sleep well?"
"Not really," I admitted, pouring myself orange juice. "Is Dimitri home?"
Valor's expression tightened. "He came in around 4 AM. There was... an incident last night. He and Vale were caught in an explosion at an abandoned factory."
My glass cup nearly slipped from my hands. "What?!"
"They're both fine, Blair," V
