"Get comfortable," he said, nodding to the seat beside him.
I sat, and then he smiled, and we shot forward into the water so fast and hard I screamed. He slowed down, and we began to cruise to Salem.
Salem, I thought. I recalled Daddy talking about witches when Ava was reading The Crucible by Arthur Miller for her college class. I knew the play well. Of course, Daddy did, too. He knew more about books, theater, and film than anyone I had ever met.
"They feed on their fear," Daddy had said. "What they don't understand they condemn or denounce so they can keep their power and wealth. Remember this, my darlings, you can use fear as a tool to protect you. They can only use it as poison to weaken and defeat them. You are the beautiful, the perfect, as long as you are one of us."
"Hey," Liam said. "Don't you love the scenery, the ride? You look so damn serious."
