Blanche's POV
I watched my phone disappear into the water basin, my frown deepening as I shot Vincent a sharp look. "You..."
Vincent's face flushed with guilt, and he stammered awkwardly, "Sorry, I didn't mean it. I'll get you a new one."
Despite his seemingly genuine tone, I could see straight through him—he'd totally planned that.
I locked eyes with him, barely keeping my fury in check.
"Vincent, that was deliberate."
Vincent immediately switched to his innocent act. "No way, it was completely accidental, I promise."
I wasn't about to waste energy arguing. I simply extended my palm. "Hand over your phone."
Vincent's eyebrow shot up, confusion flickering across his features. "Why?"
I answered bluntly, "I need to make a call."
Vincent's anxiety spiked so hard he nearly launched himself upright, propping his body up with fierce intensity burning in his gaze. "Wait—you actually have Demetrius's number memorized?"
I shook my head. "Honestly, I don't have a clue."
