Cassandra’s POV The chatter around us faded as Blaire’s words settled heavily between the three of us. “Women who steal other people’s men are disgusting,” she said lightly, like she was commenting on the weather. Her eyes didn’t leave mine. “Don’t you think so, Cassandra?” My fingers tightened around the edge of the table. This was ridiculous. Blaire thought I was the mistress. This couldn't get any more absurd. I guess it was beyond her imagination that I was Alaric’s wife. Jason shifted uncomfortably beside me. “That’s a bit harsh,” he said, his tone cautious, knowing how heavy those accusations were. “We don’t actually know what happened. Rumours are rumours,” he said softly, his eyes anxiously glanced around to make sure no one was eavesdropping on our conversation. Blaire let out a soft laugh. “Oh, but some rumours come from very reliable places, besides it was all over the media before it was stopped. ” She tilted her head, studying me openly now. Her eyes were openly
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