Betrayed, Then Back For Blood

Chapter 50

Chapter 50

Briar didn’t feel the least bit awkward. She glanced at Thomas but kept her thoughts to herself.

Abbie was Abbie, and Thomas was Thomas. She wasn’t the type to take out her frustration with one person on someone else.

Still, the way Thomas looked at her suggested he was holding a bit of a grudge.

Mason, relieved to hear from Briar that Frank wasn’t getting a beating, pulled out his phone and shot Frank a quick message, asking when

he’d show up since class was about to start.

Their afternoon classes were with Jewell Morphew, a younger professor with a much shorter fuse than Joshua.

Jewell’s classes were no joke–he took attendance every session and loved piling on assignments that were way beyond their skill level. You had to take meticulous notes just to have a shot at finishing his brutal homework. It was a nightmare.

Frank replied almost instantly, saying he was on his way.

walked in, trailed by a sulky Mia, her

with Mason flashing a cheeky grin. “Well, well,

shoved Mason’s teasing face away, rolling his eyes. “Get lost. Can’t you wish me well for

just that Ashton’s rep is too terrifying!” Mason laughed, unfazed by

jerked his chin toward Mia, who had

with her.

screamed, Don’t ask. He walked over to Briar, fishing two pieces of candy from his

caught off guard by his blatant attempt to

I’m not Frank winked, lowering his voice just enough for everyone in the letting anyone give you grief. From

into a faint smile, her cool, commanding

got why Ashton had called her “polite.” But he wasn’t about to pat her

elite family, Frank knew how to read

might seem easygoing, but he’d

someone’s back a mess of bruises? Yeah, Frank was a little intimidated

piped up. “Both

of dropping impossibly