Seth Cantrell understood Cain and Abel. He’d been tempted many times to resort to bloodshed when his brother turned up buzzed for a show. And he lived in fear that the truth—all of it—would come tumbling out.

Rowan Cantrell glided through life on his indescribable charm. He was a walking, breathing, rock and roll cliché, but when he opened his mouth the voice of an angel emerged, rich, powerful, full of emotion.

And only Seth could keep him functioning. It was exhausting. Seth sometimes wondered how long he could go on. If he even wanted to go on. But he had made a deathbed promise to their mother.

So for now, as best he could be, he was his brother’s keeper.