BLAIR’S POV
It’s one thing to walk up to a table where two people are clearly in the middle of a private moment. But it’s another thing entirely to stand here, batting your lashes like the empty chair is reserved in your name.
Who the hell is this woman? And more importantly, why does she look so comfortable interrupting us?
These questions are practically clawing their way out of my mouth, but when I glance at Blaise, the look in his eyes stops me. Apparently, I’m the only one confused here.
“Small world,” he says to the mystery woman, his jaw ticking as he stares at her and that alone is enough to make my curiosity spike.
Blaise rarely reacts visibly to anything so the fact that she’s getting a reaction out of him? Yeah, that’s interesting.
What exactly is their history? Did they
