The Windhaven Witches Omnibus Edition : Complete Paranormal Suspense Series, Books 1-4 by Carissa Andrews (graded readers txt) 📕

Anger wells up inside me and I fire back. “You should be. He asked you to wait for me, but you didn’t listen.”

“Do you honestly think I don’t know that?” he says, gripping the steering wheel tighter. “I thought he was just being overprotective. I thought I knew what I was doing.”

“Yeah, well, your arrogance may have gotten him killed,” I spit, ignoring the tears that distort my vision. “I know you wanted him out of the picture, but this—”

“It wasn’t like that and you know it,” Dominic says through gritted teeth.

“Sure as hell seems like it now,” I say, swiping the tears from my cheeks.

Dominic snorts, shaking his head. “Whatever. You don’t get it.”

I roll my eyes, casting my gaze out over the driveway.

Right now, the only thing I know is my dad is dead and my boyfriend might be next.

The trees blur by, and the only think I can think about is what happens if Wade is dead? Could I resurrect him the way I did with Cat? How would I know for sure? Wouldn’t I see his spirit leave his body the way I did with Cat? What would happen next? Will his dad come for him?

Will I ever see him again?

Chapter 25

What Is It Good For?

The end of the driveway comes into view a few yards away. I close my eyes, relieved to be leaving my family’s domain behind so we can focus on Wade.

But I no sooner let the emotion roll through me than the trees around us begin to sway heavily. Dominic tightens his grip on the steering wheel, shifting in his seat to sit up straighter.

“Christ, the wind—” he mutters.

My eyes widen as I look out into the wooded area. Everything from the trees to the underbrush moves like a hurricane is coming to town.

“That’s no ordinary wind,” I warn, my voice creeping upward into a screech. “Go, Dominic, floor it—”

Ahead of us, the black SUV also picks up speed. They must have noticed the change. Small trees and bushes start to uproot themselves as they get swept up into the angry force that is my dad. A tree branch cracks apart from one of the large oak trees along the right edge of the driveway. It lands feet in front of the SUV, but Blake somehow manages to dodge out of its way, narrowly avoiding it as the SUV off-roads into the grass and keeps going.

My eyes widen in horror as I stare out into the sea of trees literally uprooting themselves.

“Hold on tight,” Dominic says, swerving to avoid a large branch.

The second our tires leave the driveway, a birch tree on the left dislodges itself from the ground and contorts at a strange angle like it’s ready to catch us. Dominic veers us back onto the driveway and floors it.

The SUV hits the road, taking a quick turn to the left. As it disappears from sight, another tree uproots beside us. I don’t even have time to figure out what it is before the branches of it slam into the side of the car, smashing the windows on my side and veering us wildly off course. I dust the glass chunks away from Wade, ignoring the rest of them scattered across the seat and lodged into my hair.

The car careens into the woods, barely managing to miss being smashed by a falling willow. I brace my hand on the ceiling of the car as underbrush, branches, and small trees whip at the edges of the vehicle, smashing against the windshield and windows.

Dominic somehow manages to stay in control, maneuvering us through the chaos with a strange sense of proficiency. We burst through the trees, practically driving on two wheels as we hit the ditch, then make it out onto the road.

The moment we get beyond the border of my property, the wind dies and the trees return to normal.

Exhaling a jagged breath, I lean my head back and close my eyes.

“That was close,” Dominic says. “Remind me to never piss off your family again, would ya?”

My eyes flitter open and I snicker.

The SUV takes a quick left ahead of us and Dominic speeds up.

“Where are they going? Wade needs the doctor—” I cry, my voice squeaking out.

Dominic shakes his head. “I trust them. I go where they go.”

“Oh, now you trust people? That’s just great, Dominic. Wish you would have trusted me before you fucked everything up,” I say, unable to hold back the utter despair surging through me.

Dominic winces, but he stays the course, taking a sharp turn after the others.

Seething, I drop my gaze to Wade. His blood is everywhere; on me, the car. Even Dominic is covered in it. My heart constricts and I run a trembling hand along his face.

Wade’s head rolls to the side and he groans. Relief washes over me as he lifts a hand weakly to the side of his head.

“Oh my god, thank you,” I say, dropping down to him and peppering his face with kisses. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

“What haaa—” he mumbles, struggling to open his eyes.

“You’re hurt,” I say, fighting back tears of joy.

“Tell me something I don’t know,” he chuckles, grimacing as he tries to sit up.

“Don’t move. You need to keep still,” I say, holding him close so he can’t get up.

He relaxes into my arms. Slowly, some of the color returns to his cheeks, but his lips are still incredibly pale.

“You scared the hell out of me, Wade.”

“What happened?”

“You were trying to reenact my concussion in the woods,” I say, erupting in a relieved half-laugh, half-sob.

“That explains the pounding in my head,” he says, reaching his hand back and staring at the fresh blood on his fingers. His eyes roll slightly at the sight of it, and he drops his hand to his chest. “Excellent. Battered and bloody. Two for two.”

The car rolls to a stop beside the SUV. Glancing up, I see that