Blair's pov
As my anger subsided, I recalled everything that just happened, and I stared at my reflection in the mirror, trying to understand what kind of monster these people were slowly turning me into.
I washed my bloody hands under the running shower and applied some ointments on the wounds to help them heal faster before I returned to clean the kitchen.
"Blair, we need to talk," Caleb said and stood in front of him, but the least thing I needed at the moment was anybody reprimanding me at the moment. So I ignored him and kept walking.
"Blair, will you just stop with this new attitude and talk to me?"
"The last time I did, Sinclair stopped speaking to me. So please, Caleb, stay the hell away from me before I do something we'd all regret, " I snapped back in the softest
