Blanche's POV
After Demetrius said those words, the car fell into heavy silence.
I shifted toward the window, watching people push through the crowded streets. My thoughts kept returning to what Demetrius had just told me, then inevitably wandering back to Zain.
Zain had truly transformed—lately, he'd been doing things that would've been unthinkable for him before.
Once upon a time, I desperately wanted him to change exactly like this.
But now, his transformation felt like dead weight pulling me under.
Seeing me lost in thought, staying quiet, Demetrius softly touched my arm. "Something eating at you?"
I jolted back to the present and answered his earlier question. "Maybe. But none of that matters anymore."
Demetrius understood exactly what I meant.
He managed a weak smile, but I could see the sadness he couldn't hide.
He'd witnessed firsthand that I no longer cared about Zain. But then Vincent had appeared out of nowhere, complicating everything.
