(Elodie)
I walked into the large dining hall with Beckett's mom, feeling the anger inside of me multiply with every step I take as Beckett's presence lingers behind me.
He’s been trying to get my attention, and I wasn't giving a s**t.
I am pissed.
The possibility that he brought me here, dressed me up and is using me to do whatever the hell he wants. It is infuriating.
Was his mom in on it, too?
Glancing over, I saw her wide smile brightening up the room as a pang of guilt twisted in my gut. I hope not. She has been nothing but nice to me. And I actually like her... a lot.
"Elodie, we need to talk." Beckett's deep voice rumbles beside me, making me clench my teeth together as I try to ignore him.
Glancing around, I noted the many tables scattered throughout the room, hoping to
