Twenty one (Ginny's POV)

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My heart thumps in my throat as Jack thumps on the door to the nice house, bellowing at the closed door. “Sir we have a warrant to search your house and reasons to believe that you are keeping Jasmine Meadow captive within the residence.” He pounds furiously on the door and repeats himself. “SIR!” He screams before he breaks the door down. Inside is a perfectly normal house. A shoe rack lines one side of the wall and stairs line another. “I'll check upstairs.” I say, bolting up the stairs. “JASMINE?” I scream over and over, getting more and more desperate each time. The rooms seem to never end, and the guy seems to be a big fan of floral wallpaper. I carry on screaming until I reach the last room, where clearly feminine clothes lie on a maroon bedspread. I look closer and pluck a strand of jet black hair from the fabric. Please, please don't be Jaz's hair.

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