Chapter 38: A Strange Form
"Trey, where are you headed?"
Monet's voice cut through the tension, steady and calm. She stood just behind him, one hand gently gripping his wrist as he reached for the doorknob.
"I'm going to deal with that bastard Bones!!"
Trey's voice shook with rage, his eyes narrowed with fury.
Monet looked into his face and slowly released his hand. "Go!!"
Trey blinked. "What?!... I thought you were gonna tell me to not do it."
"Bones is the reason we're in this mess. Go over there and give him hell," she said, her voice hardened with conviction. "Oh, and don't worry about us here. I'm here to protect them."
She held his gaze, her eyes unflinching—burning with fierce resolve. The quiet confidence in her tone sent a wave of energy through Trey's chest. His posture straightened, the anger in his heart tempered by the trust in her voice.
Trey's eyes beamed with hope as he broke into a smile. "You got it, Monet!!"