Not Just a Pretty Boy

As I watched the exchange between mother and son, a cold smirk tugged at my lips. Whether Declan decided to look or not, that was his business—I wasn't going to meddle in his karma anymore.

Blair, who'd been shoveling food into her mouth, suddenly looked up at me and asked, "That guy Kensington—did he ever ask you about me?"

I froze with my fork halfway to my mouth. So Blair still wasn't over Tris