Loyal Ones
Trevor's breath hitched at the words that had just come out of David's mouth. A wave of heat washed through the empty corridor, enunciating Gray's rage.
The self-righteous agitated expression David had been wearing seemed to pale at the realisation of the gravity of his actions. This was not the reaction he was hoping for. For a long time, Gray had let the phoenixes insult, mock and ridicule his brother.
But this was different…
David hadn't read the situation well.
Now that his anger was flushed out of his system, allowing more room for cold fear, he couldn't pinpoint a single time in his memory that Trevor had joined in on the name-calling.
To save face, Trevor had gotten a few hits in or at least helped in some minor way, in Arthur's routine mockeries and bullying… but never once had he seemed to let himself enjoy it… and the signs were there.