Chapter 75

Jace and I escorted Frey back to our cabin. On the surface she looked relaxed, but I could see the tension in her jaw and the way she played with the hem of her t-shirt.

“How about you go up and call your mom, and I will bring you some ice tea,” I suggested.

“That sounds nice,” she admitted and walked upstairs.

“How is she doing?” my aunt asked as soon as I stepped into the kitchen.

“Being bra