“What the f**k, guys?” Royce snapped as he glowered between Wes and Fenn.
Wes got to his feet, but stumbled and threw out a hand to catch himself against the wall as his vision cartwheeled. One too many blows to the head, he guessed. Dragging the back of his hand across his mouth, it came away streaked with blood from a split lip. If he hadn’t been so mad, he might have laughed. He and Fenn were fighting again, now about Callie.
Hayden helped Fenn to his feet but he growled at her when she tried to drag him away.
“We’re not done with this discussion, Thorne,” Fenn warned.
“You’re done.” Royce faced him, but his tone was low and cold. It was a dangerous side of Royce, one rarely seen. “Whatever is between you, deal with it. We’ve been through too much to put up with any more of this bul
