Ambrose still hadn't caught on, and his voice cracked with panic. "Blaire, are you sure you really wanna be with him? Think hard before you answer me!"
His eyes tried to look steady, but I could see right through them. He stood there waiting for me to respond.
I couldn't be bothered to talk to him. The sight of him made my skin crawl.
I turned to the security guard instead. "Do me a favor and toss him out. He's blocking my view."
Ambrose lost it. "Blaire!" He shot me a death glare and struggled against the guards like he wanted to charge at me.
I stared right back at him, calm as could be. That's when I caught it—the flash of desperation in his eyes. He was all bark and no bite.
He was actually scared.
I looked away from him and slipped my arm through Wayne's.
Wayne pulled me close
