CHAPTER 6
BLAIR ASHFORD
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Jace decided that we're going out for lunch today as a 'family'. That word makes me feel physically sick, especially when it comes out of his vile mouth. How he can call us a family is beyond me.
I'd rather sit home and stick pins in my eyes. Literally.
Tristan flashes me a sickening smile across the kitchen counter as we wait for Jace to be ready. I attempt to ignore his glares but the way he looks at me is predatory. My stomach churns when I think about what he might have done to me if Jace hadn't ordered none of them to touch me.
"Nice ass in those jeans, hotstuff," his eyebrows wiggle up and down, a toothpick lodged between his teeth.
I grimace at his words and feel hot under his eyes as they drape down my body. "You're a pig," I grumble under my breat
