Clay brushes past Griffen, taking the robe from his hands. "Don’t worry, she won't be needing this." He leaves with it, leaving me stranded with a towel wrapped around me but there is no way in hell I'm walking out there like this.
I sit on the bed, looking to Griffen for a solution and recognizing I'm not willing to bend to the wimps of Clay, and he sighs. "Go to the cupboard and grab one of my shirts."
I quickly take one and throw it over me, following closely behind as Griffen leads the way to the dining hall.
There's a deafening silence at the table and an intense tension hangs overhead as I sit in the presence of the three.
If I could eat any slower I would, but a few bags of chips and Pringle are anything to spend hours on.
My eyes avoid Clay and his intense gaze at all costs bu
