Ravyn had told himself that things couldn't get much worse than what had already happened out on that track, but how wrong he was.
He stood there and felt the full weight of it settle over him as he turned to look at the warriors still seated on the ground — Fred, Kevin, Diane, and Audrey, their heads tipped forward, eyes averted, studying the dirt between their knees with tremendous focus.
But the mockery was there anyway. You didn't need to see someone's face to feel it coming off them.
Ravyn's jaw tightened. He looked at Fred specifically. Fred was closest to the gym, closest to a solution, and said, low and clipped, "Go get your car."
Fred was on his feet before the sentence finished, and Ravyn watched him disappear with speed.
