"You're seriously planning to ride that down the mountain?" Chris continued, shaking his head. "Without myst? Not even a little reinforcement?" He let out a short laugh. "That's not bravery. That's suicide."
No one replied.
Chris took a few steps closer, boots crunching against gravel. "And you," he added, turning his attention squarely on Sheila. "I thought you were smarter than this. Putting your faith in a clown's plan—" his gaze snapped to Dylan "—and keeping a hothead like him around—" it shifted to Asher "—just makes it worse."
Asher stiffened instantly.
"The hell did you just—"
"Asher," Sheila said sharply, not raising her voice, but cutting through him all the same.
He clenched his fists, jaw tight, fire flashing behind his eyes, but he stopped. Forced himself to breathe. Chris noticed—and smirked, satisfaction gleaming in his expression.
"That's right," Chris said lightly. "Keep him on a leash."
Then his gaze moved again.
This time, it landed on Liam.
