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“There you are,” he says, staring almost directly at me. “Sara Madden, possess Carter Blackwell.”
“Um, what?” I ask, frozen in shock at what he just ordered the spirit to do.
A second later I’m frozen for a different reason. The ghost, she’s taken control of my body. It’s like I’ve been pushed out of the driver’s seat and I’m still trying to understand how it even happened.
Silas is staring at me as if he wants to kill me, and I get the feeling he’s going to ask the ghost questions that will only make him even angrier. If I could push her out of me, I would. Unfortunately, I don’t have the first clue how to do that, so I’m stuck like this until Silas decides to release her.
“How long have you known?” he asks, his voice a feral, demanding growl.
She sighs. “Ever since high school, I suspected. You’re his double. It’s uncanny. I mean, come on.”
Fucking hell. She knew for a long damn time, and she didn’t tell him.
“Why didn’t you tell me before now?”
She laughs. “Are you kidding me? I tried. I tried so fucking hard. You brushed me off every single time I tried to talk to you. Like you thought I was hitting on you or trying to get you to help me with a ghost, or something. Literally the only time I’ve been able to get your attention was after I died.”
He growls and turns away from me, tossing the book to the ground and starting to pace across the grass in an effort to calm down.
Thank Fenrir. He’s not going to kill me.
“How is this even possible?” He murmurs.
“Well, I don’t know how much you know about the baby making process, but typically the man …” Sara starts, before Silas draws her a glower for the joke.
“My father had an affair with your mother while he was married to mine. My mom left when she found out, when I was like ten. She came home one day, shouted at him and left. Never called, never tried to get back in touch with me. She never looked back.”
Damn, that’s rough.My childhood wasn’t exactly a dream, but my mom was always amazing, and my dad could be an asshole, but he tried to do his best by me even when he couldn’t do the same for my mom. I couldn’t have handled my mother walking out like that. I know if they’d split up when I was a kid my father would have been the one to walk away, and that would have stung, too, even if I knew it was better for my mom.
“I’m sorry,” Silas says, finally starting to calm down. “I’m just … I’m sorry.”
He sits down on the grass, tugging a hand through his hair.
“My mom died when I was ten …” he starts.
“I know,” she says, cutting him off as she makes me sit down in front of him.
It’s a weird feeling, being moved around like this by someone else, but it won’t be for too much longer.
At least, I hope it won’t.
“My dad was upset when your mom died, and I didn’t know why,” she goes on. “That was how my mom found out. She went to the funeral. Saw you, and that was it. She knew. I heard her screaming at him, I heard every word of their argument. He knew about you. He didn’t deny it. He couldn’t.”
Jesus fucking Christ.She’s making it sound like her parent’s breakup was Silas’ fault.
“But if he knew …” Silas starts, trailing off.
I’ve never seen him look so sickened. He can be moody and cave into rage at the drop of a hat, but this deeply pained expression isn’t one I’ve ever seen him wear.
I hope I never have to see it again. It’s too fucking raw. Too painful.
It’s also completely understandable. He thought his father was a random tourist who didn’t stick around. Turns out, the guy’s been in Wolf Creek this whole time and he never once stepped up in any kind of way to look after Silas. He never claimed him as his son. I feel sick for my pack brother. He doesn’t deserve this.
“I don’t know why he didn’t …” Sara starts, sighing softly. “I’m sorry, I should have tried harder to speak to you about it while I was alive.”
“I wish you had,” he admits, sounding broken.
He gets to his feet, and she rushes to follow suit.
