Blair’s POV
I wasn’t in the mood for another family show-off, but, as always, I didn’t get to choose, because the moment Valor jingled his car keys and smiled that fake fatherly smile, I already knew what was coming.
“Blair,” he said, leaning against the sleek black Range Rover like he owned the world, “Why don’t you ride with Dimitri? He knows the way better.”
I froze, clutching my phone a little tighter. “I can ride with you and Mom,” I said quickly, forcing a smile that probably looked as fake as hers, but Mom’s sweet sugary gaze shut me up before I could even try again, that same look that always meant behave or else.
“Go on, sweetheart,” she said, brushing invisible dust off my dress. “Spend some time with your brother.”
Brother. The word felt like acid on my tongue.
Dimitri did
