Savage Little Lies (Court Legacy 2)

I stopped messing with his pills, my eyes up. I shook my head, and my brother sighed.

“I’m not trying to get in their business. I just want to make sure everything is okay, you know?” He put his phone down. “You think they’re still mad about the haze? That I didn’t do it?”

I fingered a pill, about ninety percent sure the reason my brother was being ignored had something to do with me. If Legacy hated me again, they’d hate him by proxy. They only hadn’t the first time because Dorian had been trying to mess with me.

I guess he wasn’t bothering with that now, or having the others do that either. I rubbed my arm. “Ares said Dorian is out of town.”

“You spoke to Wolf?” Bru leaned forward.

“Barely. I just know Dorian’s not here. His parents took his phone too.”

“Shit.”

I nodded.

Bru’s head lifted. “Does that mean he did the video? Him and the other guys? Why would his parents take his phone? Do they think he did it?”

I had nothing to lose by telling my brother the truth, but I didn’t want him to think about anything else with him being sick. He didn’t need the stress.

“I can imagine all this shit with the press is hard for his family,” I said, still covering for Dorian for some reason. I swallowed. “I don’t blame them for leaving. As far as the phone, I mean, I’m not his parents, so…”

He was probably right in what he said. Again, I just didn’t want to stress him out. None of this did have anything to do with us and my brother was sick. He shouldn’t be thinking about this. His only priority should be getting better.

“Do you know where he went?” Bru continued. “Like I said, I’m not trying to get in his business.”

My brother was just worried. He was because he was a good friend.

He was being screwed just as much as I was in this situation.

“I think you should just worry about getting better,” I said, then gestured to his table. “I divided up your meds. The right side is the morning. Left, night. Actually, take the first set now while I’m sitting here so I know you have.”

Smirking, he picked up a small bottle of water he had on his bedside table. He took a swig before popping the meds, taking them down together.

He even showed me his tongue after.

“Don’t be an ass,” I said, making him chuckle again.

“And you stop worrying,” he said.

I’d do that once he got better.

I nudged his leg. I started to get his books so he could do some homework since he was up, but he waved that off.

“Finished it this morning,” he said before picking up his video game controller. He had a huge TV in here like he did downstairs. He shrugged. “Was feeling a little better, so I did it.”

Well, that was good. I grinned. “Perfect. I’ll get you some more today.”

He groaned, but I chuckled. I gathered some more of his trash before getting up.

“Did you hear anything from Callum?” he asked, fighting something on the TV screen. “He said he had to leave early. Some business thing.”

He’d said the same to me, but I hadn’t heard anything since then.

Taking out my phone, I decided to text him now to see how he was faring. I supposed I didn’t need to, but I just wanted to make sure everything was good.

“What are you doing?” My brother wasn’t even looking at me, shooting something that had purple guts.

I cringed. “Just texting him. I’ll let you know if I hear anything.”