"I hate him! I hate him!" Michael seethed through clenched teeth.
His face was red, and bulging veins popped on his forehead. It seemed as if he got just a bit more angry, his head might explode.
Lily continued to comfort him by gently patting him on the back.
Usually, she was the first to defend Samael whenever Michael vented his frustrations toward the youngest Theosbane.
But today, even she found herself at a loss for words.
After all, Samael had indeed done the very thing Michael accused him of before — he had left his team in a dire situation when they needed him most.
He refused to support them.
He didn't have their backs.
Trust had to be built. It was transactional.
You couldn't simply expect to receive trust from people without first giving it yourself.
