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Nick hadn’t realized his breath was fogging up all the glass.
He couldn’t even see what had happened to Tyler. But Michael hadn’t been out there long enough to have done any damage.
“You didn’t fight him?” Nick said.
“He won’t fight me.” Without any more explanation than that, Michael put the truck in gear, but kept his foot on the brake. “Let me see your arm.”
“It’s okay. I’m okay.” Nick held it up, but he didn’t care about his arm now. His thoughts felt like the debris scattered all over the quad from the wind. Had Michael heard? Had he heard?
But Michael said, “What made him come after you?”
Nick had no idea. He wished he could get his thoughts to focus. What had Quinn told Tyler? Why? How could she—why would she—?
“Nick?”
He shook his head. “I don’t know—Tyler’s never done that before. With the fire.” He wished Gabriel weren’t being such a dick—Nick could ask him how much power that would take.
Tyler wasn’t supposed to be very strong, but something so focused would require a lot of control, right?
You don’t get to play like that anymore.
What was Tyler telling him? What had he said?
She has enough problems without you screwing with her.
Then Tyler’s sneering, What do you know about it?
What did Tyler know? What was Quinn telling him?
She’d clearly given up his secret. What did that mean?
The windshield cleared in patches. Michael pulled out of his space. “Has he been hassling you?”
“No. Not really.” Nick paused. “Why won’t he fight you?”
“Because he genuinely believes I killed his sister, and he’s afraid I’ll do the same to him.” Michael glanced over. “I’m serious, Nick. What’s going on?”
His older brother sounded pissed—but only at Tyler. Not like he’d learned anything new and shocking. In a way, it was disappointing. Nick shook his head and looked out the window.
“Nothing. What were you doing there?”
“I came to pick you up. I saw the guys getting into the car and you weren’t with them. Gabriel said you were PMS-ing, which I took to mean you were walking home.”
Nick clenched his jaw and glared out the window. Trees along Old Mill Road flew by. Wind was still blowing leaves in every direction, matching his mood.
Then he whipped his head back around. “Why were you picking me up?”
“What’s with all the suspicion? Because I’d like to get this job done before the rain starts.”
Oh. Of course. Nick settled back into the seat. His sweatshirt was destroyed, and he could do with a change of clothes, but the last thing he wanted to do was face his brothers. “Do you have an extra pullover in here?”
“You don’t want me to swing by the house?”
“No.”
Michael reached between the seats and flung a fleece half-zip at him. It smelled vaguely of topsoil and mulch, but not in a bad way. Nick pulled it over his head.
“Hungry?” said Michael.
