Description
Isabelle Keating was fifteen when she was abducted from her suburban Pennsylvania neighborhood. The second that she was taken into Jax Turner's truck, there was no way she was going back on her own or if she would be returning home at all. - I crept towards the door and my hand met with the cold door knob. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," a husky voice rang out from behind me. I whipped my head backwards to face the owner of the speaker. A boy, not a lot older than me was leaning against the staircase with his hands over his chest. His icy blue eyes pierced my gray ones. He wore torn jeans and a white t-shirt and was growing a little stubble. His blonde hair was disheveled and he looked tired. I swallowed hard, letting my hand fall to my side. "How come?"
Last Day Home
