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.

Frank walked in, trailed by a sulky Mia, her head down and her

grin. “Well, well, Prince Frankie! You in

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

that Ashton’s rep is too terrifying!”

boisterous Mason, jerked his chin toward Mia, who

with her.

that screamed, Don’t ask. He walked over to Briar, fishing two pieces of candy from his pocket and holding them out to

blatant attempt to

hear. “No problem. Ashton told me to look out for you, so I’m not Frank winked, lowering his voice just enough for everyone in the letting anyone give you grief.

commanding posture slipping just a bit. “Got it. Thanks,

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

elite family, Frank

but he’d heard about her roommate’s

and she’d left someone’s back a mess

seats,” Charle piped up. “Both afternoon classes are with Jewell

his habit of dropping impossibly tough