Chapter Nineteen
Gerald’s grin sent a trickle of ice down Callan’s spine. Madness made his eyes glassy, and he licked his lips before he spat on the floor.
‘Father loved that Asian heathen!’ He mocked his father. ‘Look at him, Gerald, he’s scored an A! You must study harder like Blaine, Gerald.’
Fury, red hot, boiled inside Callan. Gerald hadn’t been very conscientious in his studies, often staying out until all hours of the night. It all came back to him now.
He still ranted. ‘That infidel sat on his high horse, smirking at me. Mocking ME!’ he screamed. ‘Then I go on a date with Patricia and there he is, preaching. You’re with Callan – don’t do this to him. Yap, yap, he went.’
Gerald slapped his hands on the desk. ‘Enough! I’d had it.’
Callan’s hand twitched. He wanted to reach out
