Chapter 109 Wd
- Blair's POV
- Throwing the covers off, I fumbled for my clothes, scattered haphazardly across the floor. My dress, thankfully, was salvageable. I threw it on, wincing at the sharp sting in my ankle from the forgotten blister heel I'd insisted on wearing.
- Just as I reached the bedroom door, the sound of clattering dishes reached my ears. My stomach lurched. He was awake.