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.

minutes later, Frank walked in, trailed by a sulky Mia,

well, Prince Frankie! You in one

eyes. “Get lost.

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

more perceptive than the boisterous Mason, jerked his chin toward Mia, who had her back to

with her.

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

caught off guard by his blatant attempt to

told me to look out for you, so I’m not Frank winked, lowering his voice just enough for

into a faint smile, her cool, commanding

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

a cutthroat elite family, Frank knew how to read

might seem easygoing, but he’d heard

back a mess of

piped up. “Both afternoon classes

“Bombhew” for his habit of dropping impossibly tough assignments