Bishop stared at Réne and Alicia, wondering just what the hell was happening. It felt like he had been sucker punched by people who he had lived with and ate with for the past four years.
It was only with new eyes did he see Alicia's smirk right before she dropped her head. He used to think that she was shy and that it made her uncomfortable to meet other people's eyes. But it turned out that looking at the ground was so much easier than trying to control her expressions.
"I am not a traitor," he announced, standing tall against the onslaught of hatred and disdain being flung his way by the very humans he had wanted to protect. "I am not responsible for what happened last night."
