Chapter 44 Getting Through
- Blake POV
- I sit, tapping my fingers impatiently, while glares at his phone like it owes him an apology. I get it—he’s pissed—but honestly, he kind of deserves Demitri rubbing it in his face that he fucked Alissia. I say “fucked,” but who knows?
- Though, that picture Demitri sent definitely screamed it. I glance over at Lucas, hoping for a clue. He just shrugs.