Cole could handle a lot of things. Sometimes his ability to control his temper was surprising, but he never lost control. There had never been reason enough to cause him to snap, because he was rational and level-headed. He was the voice of reason when others chose to let impulse drive them. But when Trenton aimed a swing at him and had the gall to mention Ileana, something inside him snapped.
The punch didn't have much of an impact, and he barely felt the pain through his anger. All attempts at keeping calm were gone as he lunged at Trenton, his fist meeting flesh for the second time. "You son of a bitch," he hissed, barely hearing Micah's question through the roaring in his ears. "Aaron fucking told me you killed him, Trenton. Because of you he has to come back to life once a month, knowing that once the sun sets he'll die all over again! You did this to him, and now he can't even rest in peace. Keep denying it - I expect nothing less from a piece of shit like you." He made a move forward, as though he was going to hit Trenton again, but his hands stayed by his side. "This isn't about Ileana, and you're not even worth enough to be saying her name out loud, so shut the fuck up." He turned to Micah, still scowling. "Ileana's my girlfriend. Before we were officially together, she and this asshole made out in an elevator. It didn't go beyond that, and she told me about it afterward."