Twisting away, Trin tries to step around his brother but Blain stops him. “Hold up—”
“No.” Heavy footfalls on the stairs tell him the gunner is close—he doesn’t want to see that man again, he can’t. His mind replays the scene, pulling back the curtain, Gerrick’s hooded eyes, Trin’s name moaned as someone else sucks him down. He moves the other way, and Blain’s other arm blocks his retreat. “Blain, let me go.”
In a quiet voice, his brother wants to know, “What’d he do to you?”