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
TristanThe past week had been nothing short of miserable. The only bright spot had been working with Astrid on the education initiative. We really worked well together. She had practical and interpersonal skills that I lacked that allowed her to step in and make up for my own shortcomings. I tended to feel that logic and data should stand on its own merits, but that was rarely the case. When a well thought out argument couldn’t sway someone, I was quick to anger. Astrid remained calm and found a way to approach the issue that took into account the goals and personalities of those we were dealing with. I appreciated that skill, even if it annoyed me that it was necessary. The rest of the week had been a mess. Dean Parker kept insisting to me that the investigation was progressing quickly, thanks to resources provided directly by the Alpha. I knew that must be Astrid’s doing, but I didn’t ask her about it. I didn’t want to know how much she’d told her father about what happ
AstridThe relief I felt when Tristan offered his help was almost overwhelming. I’d been in such a bad state for the past few days. I felt like I was losing my mind. I had nearly convinced myself that there was some grand conspiracy going on in Bridgewater and that I was stuck in the middle of it. I realized that was crazy, and that’s why I came here. I needed Tristan to listen to me and help me sort through everything. I needed his logical input to help me understand what was happening to me. I was too close to it all. There were too many traumas and emotions wrapped up in all of it. I didn’t trust my own mind. I knew that I could trust him, though. I knew that Tristan wouldn’t manipulate me or lie to me and I knew that he had no ulterior motives. He wasn’t part of the packhouse, he wasn’t wrapped up in all of that. I needed to get out of there. There was too much going on with everyone that put me on edge. Plus, it was difficult being there without mom. After the convers
TristanAfter my initial meeting with Dean Parker, I was a total mess. Everything I feared would happen, was now happening. I was being looked into for abuse of power and sexual relations with a student.I knew there wasn’t anything legitimate that could be brought against me, but I wouldn’t put it past Lilian to manufacture something. She had plenty of friends that seemed to hang on her every word. If she told them to lie about me, they might do it. I had certainly received plenty of threatening and insulting emails from them over the past week. I knew that the threats weren’t credible, but in the interests of the investigation, I had forwarded all of them to the Dean’s office. If that wasn’t enough, I had heard more than one student call me a creep as I walked down the hallways or across campus. I ignored them, but that didn’t mean that the taunts weren’t bothering me. My reputation was destroyed either way.If this went on much longer, I wasn’t sure that I would be able to