Nick knew Tyler was a breath away from snapping, but he couldn’t stop. Standing up to Gabriel had changed something in him. For the better, for the worse, he had no idea. But just like Adam poking him in the side this morning, demanding to know what Nick wanted, Tyler’s presence was like a constant jab, over and over again.

And Nick wanted. It. To stop.

He leaned forward, holding Tyler’s gaze. “I know you’re probably scared to death that the wrong person is going to find out you’re just as cursed as the big, bad Merricks. Guess it’d be pretty hard to cry to Mommy and Daddy, then, huh? Or do you think they’d pull the trigger themselves? God knows they’ve been dying to do it to us for years.”

“I’ve never killed anyone,” Tyler hissed.

“How do we know?” said Nick. “It’s not like you don’t spend every waking moment consumed by hate. God, for all we know, you could have been behind the fire at Seth Ramsey’s—” Nick broke off and stopped short. “Holy shit.”

The fire at Seth Ramsey’s. Five years ago. It had killed Seth’s parents.

And Nick’s.

“Shut up!” Tyler yelled. His eyes were wide and panicked, his expression fierce. “Shut the fuck up, Merrick. I didn’t start that fire.”

Nick almost couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t even identify this emotion. Rage. Bewilderment. Shock. Sorrow, all over again. “It was you. You started it. Not Gabriel.”

“Wrong,” said Tyler. He was shaking his head fiercely. “Wrong.”

“I’m not wrong. It was you.”

“It was both of us,” he cried. “Don’t you get it? Just like last night. It was both.”

Nick stared at him.

Tyler climbed down from the risers. He headed for the door.

Quinn and Adam had gone still in the middle of the dance floor. Nick had no idea how long they’d been watching.

Quinn glanced between Nick and Tyler, and finally ran after Tyler. The front door to the studio slammed.

It left Nick reeling, unsure where his emotions wanted to settle.

He was very aware of Adam’s eyes still on him.

Nick looked at him. He couldn’t speak. He wasn’t sure what he would say.

“So,” Adam said. His expression was some amalgamation of curiosity, pity, and resignation. “More secrets, huh?”

CHAPTER 29

CHAPTER 29

Quinn caught up to Tyler in the parking lot. There were only two vehicles left: his truck, and a black sedan across the lot that some parent must have left here to come back for later. She grabbed Tyler’s arm before he could jump in his truck and take off.

She expected him to spin in a rage and shove her away, but he didn’t. He just stopped. He didn’t look at her.

“Are you okay?” she said softly.

“No.” His voice sounded thick.