Chapter 217

• Blair
• I fight my way through the surrounding fog and beckoning darkness as it whispers how much easier it would be to let go. But there’s still a chance to save them, so I fight until I hear Cyrus taunting him. When I crack my eyes open, Mr. Andrews is so focused on my big guy he doesn’t even notice me. Licking my lips, I look around for an idea. I can’t reach the corkscrew, not yet. I need to get out of the chair.
• The only way to do it will involve making noise, but I just hope I’ll have a moment to grab my weapon. Readying myself, I start to rock from side to side, keeping my eyes on him. He hasn’t noticed yet, so I speed up until the chair topples. Cyrus yells to cover the sound as I hit the floor and break the chair, but he hears it. Fuck. I yank my hands off the broken armrests just as he rushes for me.