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“No.”
His voice is way too soft on that, and I stare at him with suspicion dousing my veins.
“Then what the hell was he doing here?”
“I don’t know.”
This isn’t helping.
“What did he say to you?”
Damon rolls his lips together, his eyes angled down to the floor.
“I didn’t give him time to say anything.”
Well, shit.
I can understand that. I wouldn’t have given him time to say anything either.
Tanner and Gabe are going to lose their minds over this.
“Okay, it is what it is. We’ll get you bandaged up. Get the house cleaned up and then figure it out from there.”
Damon nods his head and steps up to the sink to wash the blood off his hands again.
Staring at him for a few seconds, I try to really see him, see past the walls he puts up. What I see makes me as worried as Tanner and Gabe.
My brother is hiding something from me, but now is not the time to wrestle it out of him. It would only lead to another fight.
More violence.
Cursing under my breath, I turn to pull a first aid kit from a cabinet and I spend the next ten minutes bandaging his hands.
For the next half hour, we’re cleaning the floors of the house, removing all evidence of the fight, and the entire time I’m wondering what the hell I’m going to tell the guys.
Most of them won’t care, but Tanner and Gabriel are going to lose it over this.
Every so often, I glance at Damon, noticing how stiffly he moves and his refusal to look back at me.
Again, I know he’s hiding something.
The silence between us is interrupted when my phone rings.
I pull it from my pocket and don’t bother to check the screen before sliding my thumb across it to answer.
“Ezra.”
It’s Mark, my father’s lifelong yes-man. I haven’t heard from this guy since Yale. He stopped calling around the same time William did.
“I hate to tell you this over the phone, but we just received word. I’m not sure how to say this-“
“Just spit it out,” I growl, not in the mood to dance around why he called. Not that I have to guess.
A heavy breath is like a wind gust against the other end of the line.
“I’m sorry to tell you this, Ezra, but your father is dead. We just received word that his body was found.”
Panic bursts through me as I slam my thumb on the screen to end the call, my gaze sliding to Damon where he stands staring at me silently.