Chapter 39

Ebony's POV

The best chance at survival?

What the hell?

“No, Tea didn’t tell me that.” I stood abruptly. “I think it’s time for me to leave. Thanks for the strangely-delicious sandwiches and the lesson.” I paused, glancing at the paper.

Deciding to throw caution to the wind, I snagged it off the table.

“Wait.” He took it back for a minute and scribbled a few more things onto the sheet before handing it to me. “There you go. You can put it on Ford’s fridge like a trophy.”

I snorted. “Worst trophy ever.”

“Give it a few months and you’ll see worse,” Elliot promised.

My curiosity almost got the best of me, and I almost asked what he meant by that, but the brush of Ford’s fur against my leg distracted me.

I grabbed the front door, and Ford waited until I was out on the porch before stepping out too.

Guess he was more worried about Elliot making a move on me than about me trying to escape again.

We walked back over to Ford’