CHAPTER 13
BLAIR ASHFORD
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It's my twenty-sixth birthday. My third birthday in this hell hole. I almost forgot but Zander remembered. He even gave me a hug when Jace wasn't looking which I really appreciated. I don't care about presents or cards, all I want is my freedom.
I'd give up anything for it.
After a shower and heading into the kitchen I spot a bunch of pastries sitting on the side with a note. I pause and glance over my shoulder but no one is anywhere to be seen. My fingers gingerly pick up the card and I flick it over.
Happy birthday, Blair. You better enjoy these. For all we know... it might be your last.
R
My blood turns cold inside my body, a shiver running straight down my spine uncomfortably. It might be my last? Any day in this s**t show of a house might be my last,
