MORIA
Chryseis says I shouldn’t go around accusing the son of the Executioner of Blackmail.
But that is what it’s called when you hold a need over someone’s head in order to get something from them.
Which is exactly what the bastard did.
After he dropped that bombshell about his mate, we drove home in silence so thick you could slice it up and chew it.
I got down the second the car grinded to a halt and he got down too.
But when I went to tug open the back door and take my stuff, it wouldn’t open because Tristen had locked the car.
All my new clothes, underwear, even my flipping toothbrush was now locked up in his car.
Then he told me unless I wanted to start classes in his shirt, and with my hair looking like something that birds nested in, I had to tell him what Laurel told me a
