Chapter 172

• Blair
• The guys leave early the next day. Cyrus looks really serious for once, almost concerned. I feel sorry for whoever he’s going for. Luckily, I’m not one of those girls who feels the need to be with them all the time, so after waving them off, I head upstairs to get ready for work. When I get back into my room, I spot a drawing on my pillow and can’t help but smile, wondering what Asher has left me now.
• I pick up the paper delicately, ready to place it in the box next to my bed with the others he has given me, but when I see the strong black ink lines, I freeze. Staring back at me isn’t my own face, or even someone we know—or he knows, I should say.