“He already knows, Layne. He’s just toying with us now. Right, Royce?” Royce’s grin spread wide. “Well, I do now. I was just guessing before. Educated guess, sure, but still just a hunch.” My head felt like it was about to explode. “Nate! We agreed to—” “No, Layne, we didn’t agree to shit,” he said, cutting me off with a growl of annoyance. “I wanted to talk about it, and you acted like a fucking child and pretended nothing had happened, even though you could literally see the scratches and bruises that you made.”
YOURE A CONFUSING ASSHOLE
