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“Look, man, whatever you want to do with your sex life is your business—”
“I’m serious,” said Michael. Tyler and his friends had once trapped Michael in a parking lot. They’d pinned him to the ground with a truck chain and Tyler himself had put a butane lighter against Michael’s face.
It had been years ago, but Michael hadn’t forgotten. Tyler’s sister had rescued him—but that moment had led down the path that had ended with Emily’s death.
Tyler hadn’t forgotten either. He looked at Michael. “I can’t play both sides anymore. I’m either one of you or one of them.” His expression didn’t waver. “I don’t know who blew up the restaurant, but I don’t think it’s a coincidence that he sent you to a place my parents own. A place where I’d be. Do you?”
Michael hadn’t considered it. He’d been focused on the people he’d been told to bring: his brothers and the police. He hadn’t thought about the people who’d already been there.
“No,” he said. “I don’t think it’s a coincidence at all.” He paused. “What if he targets your place?”
Tyler’s expression darkened. “He already tried to get rid of me once.”
“You afraid?”
“Fuck that,” said Tyler. “I dare him to try. What do you say, Merrick?”
Michael looked at him, and realized he could see something in Tyler that couldn’t be said for anyone else in his life. Tyler was an adult. He was a powerful Fire Elemental—possibly more powerful than Gabriel. He owed Michael nothing—and vice versa. Tyler wasn’t an obligation or someone who needed protection.
Tyler was an equal.
Michael smiled, and for the first time in forever, he felt a shadow of genuine emotion behind it. “I say bring it.”
CHAPTER 19
Michael sat at Tyler’s kitchen table and studied the list he’d made. He couldn’t decide if it made him feel better or worse about the state of things.
4) Find out status of truck
5) Find place to live
6) Cancel jobs? Rent truck?
7) Talk to David about custody stuff
8) Talk to David about legal stuff
9) Call insurance. House secure?
10) Repay Adam
He’d taken care of the easiest things first. He wasn’t allowed to talk to his brothers, but as soon as he’d had access to a working phone, he’d called the social worker to find out if they were okay. She’d assured him that they were fine and she would pass on that he’d asked about them.
Her manner had been cool and distant, but Michael couldn’t hate her for it. He’d tried to sound as confident as he could while telling her he’d straighten out their living situation over the next day or so, and he’d be arranging a court date with his attorney as soon as possible.
She’d wished him luck and hung up.
Tyler had let him borrow his truck to run errands, and Michael had taken Nick’s phone to the wireless store to see if he could move everything from his phone to this one. He was half lucky: he could have access to his old number, but his contacts, photos, and messages would all have to wait until he had his old phone back.
But still. Something was better than nothing. He’d been able to text Hannah to tell her what was going on.
She’d promised to call him after her shift.
Clothes had been next, and it had been so long since he’d bought new clothes for himself that he’d had to check the tag of the jeans Adam had bought, just to find his size.
Now he was back at Tyler’s, sitting at the table, staring at his list.
He left a message for his insurance agent.
