A bolt of lightning cracked the sky in front of them, followed by a roll of thunder. Gabriel’s power flared in the air. He wasn’t tired of fighting. If the eager tension in the atmosphere was any indication, he was ready for a battle.

Suddenly, Nick didn’t want to be out tonight. He didn’t want to be picking a fight. Maybe he’d used up all his emotion earlier in the evening. Maybe Michael’s talk about Emily and Quinn had softened the edge of his anger against Tyler.

Or maybe he was afraid.

Nick swallowed that back. If he admitted fear now, he’d lose more ground with his twin. He’d be the creepy freak who couldn’t solve his own problems. The weak one.

“Where are we going?” said Gabriel.

“Tyler’s parents’ shopping center,” Nick said. “Quinn said he’s been guarding the place every night. From vandals or something.”

Just as he said it, they crested the hill, and the lights from the 7-Eleven sign broke through the darkness. Nick could see the big SUV in the parking lot and knew Tyler was there.

He wanted to keep on driving.

Instead, he hit the turn signal and pulled off the road just past the shopping center, killing the lights as the car drifted to a stop along Ritchie Highway.

Then he turned off the engine and sat there.

He didn’t want to do this. Everything felt wrong.

“How does Quinn know?” said Gabriel.

“What?”

“How does Quinn know what Tyler is doing at night?”

“Apparently she walks over here sometimes. That’s her apartment building.” Nick pointed.

Gabriel was quiet for a minute. “So do you think she and Tyler—?”

“Come on,” Nick said. He didn’t want his brother to finish that thought. He climbed out of the cab.

Nick wished he’d chosen more concealing clothing than a white T-shirt under a jacket. Gabriel was a shadow in a dark hoodie and charcoal-gray jeans. They stepped over the guard rail to slink through the trees beside the road.

The 7-Eleven sign grew larger with each step. Nick could hear his own breathing, faster than Gabriel’s. When they came to the tree line, Nick hesitated, not wanting to lose the cover. To cross the street, they’d pass directly below half a dozen streetlamps.

He expected his brother to move on without him, leading the way to disaster.

But Gabriel stopped, too, and looked at him.

“What?”

“You tell me, Nicky.” Gabriel’s voice made small clouds of steam in the air.

Nick froze. Those words seemed loaded with more than just an inquiry about what to do next.

He had to look away from his brother, so he put his eyes on the strip mall. “I don’t want to cause damage to someone else’s property. There have been enough fires.”