AstridThe rumors about Tristan were all I had been able to think about since last night. The more I thought about the impact that stupid kiss was having on Tristan, the angrier I got. I tried everything that I could to distract myself, but nothing worked. When I came down for breakfast in the morning, Eddie was drinking his coffee in the kitchen. He took one look at me and knew that something was wrong. “What happened?” he asked with concern. I groaned and slumped against the kitchen island. “I messed everything up.”“What?” he pressed, setting down his mug slowly. “Did that jerk call you again?” I shook my head. “No, not Charles. Tristan. I messed everything up for Tristan.”Eddie shook his head and lifted his mug back to his lips. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I sighed. I needed to clear my head. I was so mixed up and overwhelmed I was finding it hard just to keep my words in the right order. I looked around to make sure we were alone and then let it out
TristanI stood outside of the Dean’s office and stared at the door. I couldn’t bring myself to knock yet. The email that he sent to summon me here was brief and gave me absolutely no indication of what was about to happen. I didn’t know what exactly Lilian had done, so I didn’t know what I was about to face. I had hoped that I would have more time to prepare for this. I knew that it was coming, so I shouldn’t have felt so caught off guard. I should have been able to steel myself for the fallout. My wolf was still worked up from dealing with Charles. The rage that had overcome me in that apartment was frightening. I felt like a man possessed. Now, I just felt tired. I knocked on the door. “Come in,” Dean Parker called. I walked in and closed the door behind me. The Dean stood from his desk when he saw it was me. He was a tall, slim man with sandy hair and blue eyes. Right now, his eyes were troubled. He smiled thinly at me. “Good morning, Dr. Ward,” he greeted. I wal
AstridI was hardly able to sleep the night after I learned about the ethics investigation. I felt so guilty about everything. I thought about confessing to my dad all night. If I told him the truth about what happened, he would understand that Tristan hadn’t done anything wrong. I couldn’t do it though. I just didn’t know how he was going to react. He might be angry with me for hiding it, or he might be mad at Tristan for rejecting me. We had enough going on. Tristan and I were both dealing with so much, I didn’t want to pile anything else on top of it. I skipped breakfast the next morning and even though dad wasn’t happy about it, he didn’t pressure me. I spent the rest of the morning in my room. I felt like a petulant child, or a depressed teenager, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to be alone. The confrontation with Charles kept playing in my head over and over again. The fear that he’d shown when Tristan had threatened him was undoubtedly real, but then there was that s
AstridTristan wasn’t teaching on Monday or Tuesday. I had no idea where he was. I was worried about him. Word had made it around campus that he was under investigation. I was only a little relieved that most of the conversations I had overheard were people in disbelief that Tristan would have actually done anything inappropriate with a student. However, that wasn’t much comfort when he was missing. I was conflicted. He might just want some space from everything, but he also might need support. I didn’t want him to think that he was on his own. I didn’t want him to feel like he had to face it alone, especially when it was mainly my fault he was in this position. I wasn’t sure what, if anything, I could do to help. I wasn’t even sure if he would want to hear from me at all. As I was leaving class on Tuesday, Lilian smirked at me. Her expression was so smug and self satisfied that it took every ounce of my self control not to slap the smile off of her face. When I got home
AstridI was still gathering my paperwork when my dad came into the library. I started to greet him, but then I noticed the look on his face. He wasn’t quite angry, but it was clear that he was unhappy about something. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “Nothing,” he replied unconvincingly. “I just wanted to see how the meeting went.” “Great,” I answered. “We made a lot of progress. Tristan is going to set up a meeting with the head of the financial aid department so we can finalize a few things. It won’t be much longer before we’re ready to announce the program. Why?” “How was Dr. Ward?” he asked. There was a strange quality to his voice. I was starting to get the feeling that he wasn’t a big fan of Tristan, but I had no idea why. I stared at him in confusion. I didn’t expect him to ask about Tristan. I didn’t think that he cared. “Why?” I asked suspiciously. He sat at the table and looked at the stack of papers. “What do you think of him?” he pressed. I frowned at him in con
AstridThe past week was miserable. Ever since the conversation with my dad, I could hardly stand to be in the packhouse. I wanted nothing more than to get out of Bridgewater and do my best to pretend it didn’t exist. I didn’t belong here. I never had and the fact that I had allowed myself to be guilted into coming back filled me with shame. I thought that I knew better. It was completely predictable that dad would blame me the second things got complicated. He had always done that. I thought that just because he said he wanted me here, things would be different. I should have stayed away. Things with Tristan weren’t much better. He was back in class and I was glad to see that he was able to have at least that semblance of normalcy as the investigation was underway. It wasn’t as if he wasn’t dealing with complications because of the rumors, though. People were skipping or dropping out of his classes and I heard a few complain that they should be able to get their tuition bac
AstridMy heart was thundering and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Solomon never liked me, so why was he so invested in my personal life now? What kind of plan could he have concocted that would require Eddie to seduce me? Was that the reason he’d come on to me so strongly the night of the formal dinner? Because Solomon told him to? It didn’t make sense. I must have misunderstood somehow. What could Solomon possibly hope to gain by this? If I fell for Eddie, then wouldn’t that just mean he was stuck with me? He didn’t want me to stay in Bridgewater, so why? I grabbed the banister and pulled myself onto the stairs. I was in such a rush that I didn’t notice Victoria walking down the steps. I managed to stop before I collided with her, but I stumbled backwards and nearly fell off of the steps. Victoria grabbed my arm and pulled me upright. ‘I have got to stop running off in a fit of emotion,’ I thought bitterly. ‘I keep crashing into people.’ “Goddess, are you alright?” V
AstridI spent most of the evening in my room. No one came to check on me, which was for the best. Eventually, I fell asleep and dreamed of mom. I was so young the last time that I saw her, it wasn't until I came back to Bridgewater that I realized how little I actually knew about her. I had memories of her, good and bad, and heard stories about her as a kid. But I was only just starting to realize that I didn't really know her. Based on what Victoria said last night, it seems like she knew me pretty well. She wanted me to stay away from this place, but why? Was there more to it that I just didn't understand? I had to try to find the answers. Part of me didn't want to know, but I had to try. I showered and got dressed, then went downstairs to look for Victoria. If anyone could tell me more about mom, it would be her. I found her in the dining room. It was still early and breakfast hadn't started yet. She seemed to be restocking the drink cart. It was odd because, as the Gamm