“I’ll share something,” he growls, and my eyes go wide. I should have never come over here.

“Murph—”

“What?” he says, turning on me. “You don’t want me to be honest, to tell everyone that she played with our lives, played God and kept secrets from us like it was all a fucking game. Want me to tell everyone that?”

People are already looking our way. He’s already big and loud, but when he takes that tone, it quiets a room.

I try to stop him, but he’s already banging on the bar with his glass as it threatens to shatter everywhere. “I’ll tell them all about our dear Hazel,” he announces, and all the eyes in the room are on us, including Ruby and Ryder who just entered together on the other side of the crowd. “I’ll tell them that she collected poor teenagers like we were toys to her.”

“Stop it,” I mutter.

“Contrary to the gossip around town, she did not try to screw me when I was a teenager. She tried to fix my problems with money instead. Sex would have been better.”

A few people laugh, including Colin who I spot standing where I left him. Judging by the smile on his face, he’s quite entertained.

“Murph!” Ruby shouts, and Murph glares at her while swaying in his spot. “Oh, how about the fact that she kept you hidden, Ruby? Told everyone you were her maid! How does that feel? Do you want to continue celebrating her?”

“Yes, I do. Now shut the hell up!”

I try pulling on his arm, but he doesn’t budge. “Don’t do this,” I mumble.

“She kept me in the dark my whole life. Dragged Ryder and his mom across the country, for what? For me? She forgot to mention that she knew the whole goddamn time he was my brother!”

The crowd breaks out in gasps, and now his friends are also trying to get him to sit down or walk outside, but he’s too far gone. My eyes travel to Ryder who is staring at Murph like he’s been punched in the face. He’s stalking toward us with a glare on his face targeted toward Murph. He thinks he can make him stop, but he doesn’t know what I know. He’s been storing these words away and once he gets started, he won't be able to stop.

He’s a freight train rolling downhill without brakes.

I have to pull him away. There has to be some way to stop him from causing even more of a scene, and I only know of one way to lure him away, so I link his fingers with mine and lean up to press my face to his. In his ear, I whisper, “Come with me.”