Blanche's POV
My answer came out smooth, but Vincent still looked uneasy. "We've got everything we need in the kitchen here. I can whip something up for her. Just stay with her. It's getting late, and I really hate the thought of you heading out right now."
I spun around, determined. "She specifically asked for food from that place on the south side."
That shut Vincent up for a beat.
Then he jumped back in. "Fine, then I'm coming with you."
I met his gaze. "Amara's still here. I need you watching her. What if Marquis shows up again?"
Vincent looked like he wanted to point out that Kingsley was around, but I wasn't sticking around to debate. I headed straight for the elevator.
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Vincent watched Blanche disappear into the elevator, that familiar knot of worry twisting tighter in his gut.
Kingsley picked up on something being off with Blanche and turned to Vincent. "Vincent, go after her. I can handle things here."
That was all Vincent needed to hear. He bolted after her.
