Chapter 21 Old Wrinkly

JASMINE

I don’t know how long I was tied to the chair in a moving van— an hour, two hours, or more. I’m exhausted. My legs are numb, and I’m thirsty.

When it stops, my heart rate quickens, and I start to shake with terror. Before me, someone tries to open the door, and I wish it were Alek, but when...

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