Chapter 215
- Blair
- I freeze, staring at Cyrus whose eyes are narrowed. If that’s what death looks like, I’d be running if I were Mr. Andrews, but he doesn’t care that every single one of my stepbrothers appears like they are going to murder him painfully as soon as they get free, which they are trying. The chairs, however, are sturdy, and the wood squeaks as they attempt to untie their hands and legs.
- I need to help them.