Blythe's P.O.V.
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"So, how long have you been back, Sweetpea?" Granny Waya asked me.
My eyes flickered to Psy.cho, and he gave me a nod. To which I frowned, because I was not asking permission. I was just trying to gauge where his emotions were at. Fricking jacka.ss.
"A few weeks," I answered honestly.
Granny Waya paused the tea she was preparing to shoot Psy.cho a look that spelled trouble.
"Why didn't I know about this?" she asked him.
"I told everyone to keep it from you," he admitted.
Granny slammed her fist on the counter, making my eyes go wide.
"You rotten little sh.it," she muttered. "The hell is wrong with you! I should whack you upside the head for this, Chayton! I raised you better!"
"You don't even know why!" he yelle
