“They’re bare?” he asks, disgust clear in his voice. “I’ll—I’ll be back.” And with that, he stalks down the hallway to the foyer, leaving. I turn a blank look on my brother. “Seriously?” Wick shrugs, spreading out on the couch. “He’s the only person in this town who hates Maddox more than I do. Seemed like some fun shit to stir.”
