“He . . . he found out about my account. On Dark Secrets,” I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. “He was trying to blackmail me into . . . performing for him.” Jack’s face darkens with fury. He turns back to Tyler, his fists clenching at his sides. “You piece of shit,” he growls. Tyler scrambles backward, his eyes wide. “Now, let’s not do anything rash,” he pleads. “I said I was sorry. We can work this out.”
