“But I…” his hand fell from Braylin’s shirt. “He…oh god.”
Braylin moved from the wall to stand beside his friend. “Did you spike my drink that night?” Even though he’d been told he still hadn’t believed it.
Nodding Matt hugged his arms tight around himself. “You needed to pay. For my sister.” Looking around at all the angry accusatory faces he continued “yes I spiked your drink. I made sure you took the drink I made special for you. I had John give you the next drink. He was wasted so it was easy getting him to do it.” Glancing at Braylin “it’s what you deserved. No good drunk.”
“Did Trebor deserve what you did to him?” he demanded, stepping forward getting into Matt’s face. “Never mind me. Trebor didn’t deserve to fall down a flight of stairs or to have his arm broken. Because of you he might not regain full mobility of his hand.”
Matt’s mouth worked but no sound came out for a moment. “That was an accident. I didn’t mean for him to get hurt.” His eyes lifted “he wouldn’t have gotten hurt if you hadn’t been wasted.”
Terry scoffed, speaking for the first time. “He wouldn’t have been wasted if you hadn’t spiked his drink.” There were grumbles of assent from the others.













