“Shit,” Wade curses under his breath.
I spin around on my chair and quirk an eyebrow. “What now?”
He takes a seat on the edge of my bed. Gripping the phone tightly in his left hand, he shakes his head. Without a word, he holds his arm out and passes his phone to me.
Confused, I take it from him and look down. Playing on the screen is a close-up shot of Wade at the Mistwood Point cemetery—just as he pushed over the tombstone. I flinch as it lands on the revenant.
Beneath the video is an anonymous text message:
I know this sort of thing runs in your family. You don’t belong here. Get out of Windhaven and never come back. You’ve got until the end of the week or this video goes viral.
Chapter 13
Prove It
“What in the hell?” I spit, unable to think of anything beyond the rage coursing through my body. I swear, I’m getting emotional whiplash just in the last half hour. “Who would do something like this? And why?”
“My sentiments exactly,” Wade says, standing up and running his hands through his dark locks. “See? What did I tell you? I knew shit was gonna hit the fan. It always does.”
“What do you think this has got to do with your family?” I say, handing Wade back his phone.
Wade shakes his head and raises his palms to the ceiling. “How in the hell do I know? Maybe they know about my dad being a suspect the last time this sort of thing happened? Or maybe they just think I’m not good enough to go to Windhaven Academy. I guess they’d be right…”
“Does this have anything to do with what Dominic said last semester?” I ask, my mind wheeling through a tornado of thoughts.
Wade drops his hands and his eyebrows turn up in the middle. “Dominic?”
“You know, the guy who keyed my car? When we were at the Bourbon Room he said something about how you shouldn’t be here, too…” My eyes widen and I cover my mouth. “Oh, God. You don’t think it’s him, do you?”
“Well, if it is, he’s gonna wish he’d chosen a different pastime,” Wade says, clenching his fists.
Standing up, I close my laptop. “Guess it’s a good thing I still have my coat on. Come on, let’s go.”
Bewilderment flashes through Wade’s features. ”Go? Go where?”
“We’re going to resolve this right now. We’re going to Dominic’s.”
I don’t wait for a response. Instead, I walk straight out the door and down the hallway. If Dominic is a part of this, so help me, I’ll hurt him. I just don’t understand why he’d have it in for Wade. Or why he’d want him out of town. None of this is making any sense. But one thing’s for sure—if it’s him, we’re going to get it out of him and tell him where to shove it.
Wade follows on my heels, but picks up speed so he can walk beside me. “What exactly are we going to say to him? Shouldn’t we think this through a little bit before we go marching over there?”
“No, I think we need to nail him down before he has any time to come up with excuses or alibis,” I say, shooting Wade a sideways glance as I fling open the front door.
Wade grabs hold of my right wrist, spinning me around to face him. “We need to be careful. What is this Dominic guy capable of? What powers does he have? I mean, he said something about being able to hear my thoughts that day—”
“Yeah, he’s a psychic,” I say, pressing my lips into a thin line. Suddenly, the idea doesn’t seem like the best of choices. What if he can read what happened between me and Colton last semester? Would he be willing to spill it if he picks up on it?
“Okay, is that all?” Wade says, narrowing his eyes.
I blink away the thoughts and shrug. “I think so? Honestly, I don’t really know a lot about him. I don’t overly pay attention to what other people are doing. I’m so wrapped up in my own chaos, you know?”
Wade sighs, running his hand over his lips. “Okay, that’s okay. At least that helps me to understand where he might be coming from.”
“Good, then let’s do this,” I say, leaning forward and giving him a kiss on his cheek. “We’ll get this sorted out.”
“Yeah, okay. But remember, we gotta be careful. If the revenant escaped—”
I bound down the front steps before he has time to finish his sentence, racing over to Blue. I can’t live my life in fear, locked away in the manor. But at the same time, I’m not about to linger out in the open, either. Just in case.
Without another word, Wade gets into the passenger seat and buckles in. When I put the vehicle into drive, the wheels spin on the slushy driveway as I pull around the loop faster than I probably should. Wade doesn’t say a word, though. Instead, he sits with his arms crossed over his body and his eyebrows practically creating a crater on his forehead. Both of us eye the sides of the road as if something could jump out at any moment.
“It’s not far. He just lives down the road,” I say, cutting through the thick silence.
“Good. I don’t know how much suspense I can handle in one day,” Wade whispers.
I reach out, tugging at his sleeve, hoping he’ll release his hand from his arm. He turns to look at me and I hold my hand out, trying to shoot him a sincere smile. “Everything will be okay. You’re not going anywhere. I refuse to let you.”
Wade snickers, but reaches for my hand, sliding his palm against mine. “Yeah, well, at this point, I don’t know that it’s up to us. I mean, hell, it’s like the entire universe really doesn’t want me
