“You are the only person alive who would use superpowers to be more dorky.”

“They’re not superpowers.”

That sounded a lot like the difference between to-MAY-to and to-MAH-to to Quinn. “Would it be okay if I told Becca?”

Nick hesitated. He lost the smile.

She rushed on. “I know it’s your secret. I don’t have to tell her. I—well, she’s dating Chris, too, so maybe he could tell her . . .” She stopped. “What? What’s that expression?”

“Becca knows,” Nick said gently.

“Becca knows,” said Quinn. “Like . . . how long?”

“Since that party at Drew McKay’s house. Tyler and Seth came after Chris, and chased him and Becca into the water.” He hesitated. “According to Chris, he lost control of the current. She almost drowned. He dragged her out.”

Quinn sat up straight, rotating to face him from the bench seat. “Becca almost drowned and she didn’t tell me?”

“Quinn—she couldn’t tell you. Knowing our secret—it’s not a good thing. It makes you a target. It puts you in danger.”

That sounded like a whole lot of bullshit. Quinn used to tell Becca everything. Everything. “Then why did you tell me?”

“Because you’re my friend. I wanted you to know.” He paused. “And you kept my other secret.”

Quinn felt herself softening.

The floor creaked in the hallway.

Quinn shoved Nick in the shoulder. He was off balance and rocked back, sitting down hard on the carpet.

Quinn was in his lap before he could move, her hand pulling at the hem of his shirt and her mouth latched on to his neck.

Nick sucked in a breath and grabbed her waist, but then Gabriel spoke from the doorway.

“I’d tell you two to get a room, but at least close the door.”

Nick froze. Quinn lifted a hand to give his twin the finger. She didn’t take her mouth off Nick’s neck.

God, he smelled good.

“Classy,” said Gabriel. He was already moving down the hallway.

Quinn straightened and let go of Nick’s shirt. “You’re welcome.”

He gave her a look. “If there’s a hickey on my neck, I’m going to kill you.”

She patted him on the cheek. “Come on, Romeo. Maybe you’ll get a chance to get one from Adam.”

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 3

Nick studied the sign over the door to the dance studio. The last time he’d seen Adam and Quinn dance, they’d been using the back room of the relatively deserted local YMCA. Now it was a real dance studio, with real dancers, and a parking lot full of real cars.

Meaning real people. Real people who might know him.

His head had been full of all the family secrets he’d revealed to Quinn, but in an instant, he forgot about Tyler and anything remotely Elemental.

“I don’t think I can do this,” said Nick.