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.

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 piece?

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

rep is too terrifying!” Mason laughed, unfazed by

chin toward Mia, who had her

with her.

of candy from his pocket and

off guard by his blatant attempt to butter her

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

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

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

elite family, Frank knew how to

easygoing, but he’d heard

back a mess of bruises? Yeah, Frank was

piped up. “Both

nickname “Bombhew” for his habit of dropping impossibly tough