said, reversing out onto the road, then pulling up behind the car that Reaper had driven. Slowly, Silas used his truck to send the car over the mountainside.
“If the fall didn’t kill him, that did,” Silas joked, backing out onto the road, then heading back toward town.
“Why didn’t you?”
“Why didn’t I worry you’d jump?”
“Yes.”
“You’d be too afraid Greer would piss on you.”
Chapter Fifty-Two
The still dark night was without the light breezes that usually fluttered through the trees outside the house. Sitting on the end of the porch with her feet on the step below, Ginny sat, praying to see Silas’s headlights coming up the driveway. Picking up her cell phone, she made sure once again that she hadn’t missed a text from Silas.
“Silas will get there in time.”
Ginny looked up from her phone to stare at Jacob, who was standing at the bottom of the steps.
“Would you believe him, if you weren’t one of us?” Moses said practically.
“No.” Ginny stared up at the star-studded night resuming her prayer.
“Do you think Silas will tell him about us?”
The frightened voice of her baby brother dragged her gaze from the stars to Fynn. “Not tonight, but eventually,” Ginny reassured him. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. Gavin won’t say anything if we ask him to keep our secret.”
“But what if he does? I don’t want to be treated like Logan at school.”
“No one knows Logan’s secret,” Moses reminded him. “The only reason Logan gets bullied is because you bully him so no one knows you’re related. Which is the same reason Silas got thrown out for bullying Greer. The difference is Silas and Greer were friends, and Silas wanted to stay home and take care of us. Logan doesn’t understand why you’re bullying him, and if you don’t stop, Silas is going to tan your hide.”
“I don’t like Logan.”
The mulish set of Fynn’s jaw had Ginny rolling her eyes in the darkness. Anyone with a set of eyes could see the resemblance between Fynn and Greer. The only reason no one in town had was because no one was aware of the ties that had been hidden for generations. Those who did know had died out or were to senile to be believed.
The Colemans had known about the family tie but had remained silent until Tate had figured it out when his new wife started an ancestral chart and found a branch on the family tree leading to them.
Ginny’s family were experts at keeping their secrets. At the age of four, their secrets had been easily explained away as a figment of her imagination, or tricks that her brothers or Leah could perform. As she grew older, their secrets had been harder to hide or explain away. To give them credit, they had waited to explain their gifts until her eighth birthday.
Ginny still remembered that day vividly. Her perception of the world had irrevocably been changed, and she had never been able to see her brothers in the same light again.
On her birthday, Silas and Freddy had sat down on their fireplace to explain to her the gifts that had been given to them.
Each of the Colemans had an element of power that had been handed down through the generations. Each generation had become wiser about how to handle their gifts, learning to hide them when they had been called witches, warlocks, and an even more terrifying name—demons. They had shielded their secrecy, using the very mountain they were born on to remain isolated from those who would try to destroy what couldn’t be understood.
As the generations learned to use and harness their powers, they became so strong that they grew afraid that those who had gifted the power would seek to destroy them when one of women exhibited powers differently from theirs.
Freddy’s ancestor had used the power to save two of her nephews who had fallen ill. Her husband and child had fallen ill soon afterward, and her penitence was to watch helplessly as they were taken with the same illness that had saved her nephews.
After being widowed for several years, she had fallen in love again and wanted to marry. Knowing she would use her power if any other family became deathly ill again, the family had removed temptation from her path, giving her and new husband a plot of land on the other side of the mountain. Distancing her and her new family, they kept to themselves until the memory of Coleman and Porter branch of the family tree was