CHAPTER 3
BLAIR ASHFORD
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The entire journey home, I think I'm about to vomit everywhere.
I couldn't go back over to Christopher whilst Nikolai was there, he'd know something was up or presume that I'm batshit crazy. Most likely both.
My stomach rolls and rolls and I brace myself. Jace is going to want juicy details and I have absolutely nothing to share with him. My fingers grip onto the door handle and I close my eyes, attempting to calm my breathing.
He might be in a good mood. Never. He is never in a good mood.
When the driver pulls up outside the house I've been kept in for the last two years, I fish around in my purse for some money. I pray I have enough, Jace gives me the bare minimum and says I have to figure everything else out.
He believes that men throw their money at me
