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“Who else? I couldn’t get you to agree to see me any other way. I’m not above using my wealth and influence when I have to. You’d do well to remember that in future, cara mia.”

“Don’t. Don’t call me that. I’m not your darling, your lover. Your anything.”

Suddenly it occurred to Blair that antagonizing Draco was probably not the best thing to have done under the circumstances. A roiling wave of nausea rose from the pit of her stomach. She spun around and flew toward the women’s restroom, her hand over her mouth, tears once more streaming down her face.

In a toilet stall she fell to her knees and retched until her stomach was empty. “Here.”

A folded wet paper towel was pressed into her hand from behind her. Oh no.

Had Draco followed her in here? Witnessed her embarrassing loss of control? “When you’re feeling okay I will be waiting for you outside.”

There was a tone to his voice that left her in no doubt that