BLAIR’S POV
I’ve been resting against Blaise’s chest for over an hour now, ever since Jack left. His arms are still wrapped around me and he’s not made a single complaint, even though we haven’t moved for a long time.
I lift my head slightly to look at him and the moment our eyes meet, I look away just as quickly, my fingers tightening against his shirt.
“Blaise,” I blurt before I can stop myself.
“Mnm.”
I wait for a beat, gathering the courage, then finally ask the question that’s been circling my mind.
“Were you scared when you heard I was hurt? Or…” I hesitate, my voice dropping slightly, “were you thinking that if anything happened to me, you’d just have to remarry?”
Slowly, he leans back, peering at me like he doesn’t quite believe what he’s hearing. “Are you seriously asking m
