Dimitri's POV
The drive back to Los Angeles felt so unreal. Just over a week ago, Blair and I had fled the mansion as lovers on the run.
She was being forced to be with someone she didn't want to and I, a bounty on my head.
Now we were returning as—what? Heroes? Victors?
I wasn't sure, but I knew one thing—this fight was over, and I would never let anything happen to Blair again.
"Are you nervous?" Blair asked, her hand intertwining with mine over the console.
"Terrified," I admitted. "Father doesn't handle being outmaneuvered well. And we essentially forced his hand with that press conference."
"But he can't touch you now," Blair pointed out. "Not with the Sheriff publicly thanking you. Anything he does here on out will be supervised, for the time being at least."
She was right,
