Daniel always knew his family was different from others, it wasn't just the ghost of a long dead woman haunting them. Or the political games his family played. It was the family gift, known but rarely spoken of. To kill or hurt with just a murmured word and touch. He tried to stay far enough away from that as he could, while remaining close enough to protect his brother. Until his father killed a man for some insignificant slight. He fled rather than continue playing the game he had been taught since childhood. Only to find himself in the arms of a Calais, Maine teacher.