Blanche's POV
When I walked out of the Callum Mansion with Vincent beside me, I caught sight of Demetrius waiting outside. Something flickered across his face—like he'd been stung.
But as I approached him, Demetrius's expression brightened into that familiar warm smile, lifting his umbrella as he stepped toward me.
Once we were close enough, Demetrius tilted the umbrella completely over me, making sure I stayed dry.
His eyes found mine, that gentle smile spreading across his features. "Blanche."
I looked up at him, returning the smile. "Demetrius."
Before leaving the house, I'd spent extra time on my makeup, carefully covering the faint marks on my face with concealer.
To Demetrius, I probably looked perfectly fine—like I'd never been sick at all.
Demetrius shifted the umbrella to his other hand, positioning himself beside me. "Let's get in the car."
Vincent stood nearby, rolling his eyes at Demetrius's display.
I caught his muttered words, barely audible: "All for show."
