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BLAIR’S POV

As I watched her drive out for the second time, her last word triggered an idea.

Jane was now battling from a place of power and if I was going to have a chance in a war against her, bringing her to book, I would need to be fighting from a place of power too.

I picked my phone to do something I haven’t done in a while.

“Hello,” I said, subtly.

“How fast can you get to Vegas?” I asked.

“Thank you,”

Knowing fully well that my father would not be returning, I fled from home to the only other place I knew- the little apartment Brian and I shared.

As I slowly walked in, looking at all the furniture, all covered in dust and some terribly broken, the apartment filled my heart with lots of memories, but good and horrible memories.

Everything was playing like a movie before me, from the lies of being an entirely different person, to finally admitting and beginning the run for our lives.

I had tears in my eyes and smiles on my lips, as I recalled the million times he called