Chapter 25: Strategy, Part 1
"What the hell is that?" Trevor bellowed, throwing down the shovel, eyeing the blood red bandana tied to the top of my arm.
"Eric's bandana," I replied calmly, my eyes cold.
"Take it off." Anger radiated from Trevor's eyes as he spat the words. Derek stood at his side, ready to intervene if necessary. Everyone's confused eyes were suddenly on me.
My eyes did not waver from Trevor's. "No."
"I said, take it off!" Trevor clenched his fists at his sides as he stepped toward me.
Derek made a move to step between us, confusion coloring his face, too, but he trusted me. I waved him off.
"Look," I said to Trevor, my voice never wavering. "If a fight is what they want, then they just got one."