I stared at Blaine.
Had the poisonous air made me hallucinate that day? Had it messed up reality for me, made me think Blaine was still a friend or that knight from the party.
Because this could not have been caused by me panicking.
No amount of panic would have made me call Blaine for help. I had too much pride for that.
I stopped.
Except for Oliver’s sake. I could never be too proud with anything that concerns him. And everything related to my health and safety was connected with my son and his well-being.
Was that why my almost unconscious mind thought it a good idea to call Blaine?
I turned my eyes back to him and saw he was watching me intently. The same way he had all those months ago.
Then, I noticed something I had not before.
Blaine had several bruises on his face an
