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.

than five minutes later, Frank walked in, trailed by a sulky Mia, her head down and her face

him, with Mason flashing a cheeky grin. “Well, well, Prince Frankie! You in one

eyes. “Get lost. Can’t you wish me well for

that Ashton’s rep is too

jerked his chin toward Mia, who

with her.

two pieces of candy from his pocket and holding them out to her. “Here,

his blatant attempt

for you, so I’m not Frank winked, lowering his voice just enough for everyone in the letting anyone give you grief. From now on, you’ve got a problem? You come to me,

faint smile, her cool, commanding posture slipping just a bit. “Got it.

agreeable, Frank suddenly got why Ashton had called her “polite.” But he wasn’t about to

a cutthroat elite family,

he’d heard about her

back a mess of bruises? Yeah, Frank

ticking. We better grab seats,” Charle piped

the nickname “Bombhew” for his habit of dropping