Blanche's POV
The phone rang at just the right moment, and I felt grateful for the interruption.
I wasn't sure what Demetrius wanted to say, but I could more or less guess what was on his mind.
We might be fellow disciples, but someone who always took my side for no reason—there was no way he didn't have other feelings for me.
Some things were just better left unspoken.
I glanced down at the screen; it was a call from the hospital director.
I didn't pick up, though, because the designated driver had just arrived.
"Demetrius, get in the car. Text me when you get home," I said.
Demetrius glanced at me, clearly wanting to say something, but he hesitated for a second and realized tonight just wasn't the time. So he swallowed his words.
All these years, Demetrius had never been able to forget that instant crush he had on me the very first time he saw me.
Demetrius got into the car and, from the back seat, said to me, "Go home and get some rest."
I nodded. "Yeah, you, too."
