SOLAYNE
My brows knitted. What the hell?
I chuckled. "Sorry, but do you expect me to drive all the way just to take your brother's call?"
"I don't know and honestly I don't care. Just don't want his voice in this house."
I pinched between my brows, exhaustion that didn't have to do with stress creeping in. How on earth did two brothers end up being so vile at each other?
Something clicked.
"Hold on, did you two fight at the party?" I asked, remembering how rough Marshall's collars had been at the hospital. Plus I didn't get to see Vance at all which was quite strange.
When Marshall ignored my question and pretended like his meal was more important, I got my answer.
"Jesus, you fought," I muttered, staring down at the table, shaking my head. "How bad was it? "
"Bad enough he h
