Graveyard Watchman (Book 1)

Chapter 29

"What are you talking about? Who know about me?!" I shout as Zack keeps driving like we're in some kind of street race.

"Katie," he says in an impossibly calm tone, "The less you know, the better." 

My mood instantly shifts as if a switch goes off in my head, I'm not quite sure. All I know is, I have completely lost my shit.

I'm no longer freaked out of my mind that my dead brother is driving like a lunatic in a speeding Volvo. Anger is practically boiling it's way out of every pore in my body. I don't care what he does or how angry he might become because if I don't get answers immediately, I will force them out of him. 

"Answer me, Dammit!" I scream again but he just keeps driving, barely giving me any sign that he's even listening.

I look down and grasp my seatbelt, pushing on the latch and unlocking it as it slides up my shoulder back into place. Zack is so focused on the road I'm pretty sure he can't even see what I'm doing. Pulling up on the handle, the door suddenly swings violently open, rushing deafening gusts of pulsating air all around us. 

"What are you doing?!" he yells, grabbing my arm as I pretend to escape.

"Tell me now!" I demand, calling his bluff. "What the fuck is going on?!" I scream so loudly my voice cracks. 

We lock eyes and I finally see some semblance of my brother behind all the blue. He jerks his head back to the road still tightly grasping my arm when I see several black shadows flash across the road. Zack hits the breaks, shooting me off the seat but somehow his arm stops my body from crashing directly into the dash. My hand goes immediately to my chest from the pain but I don't have time to wrap my brain around any of it. The fact that I should probably be dead right now is the only thing I can focus on before I'm pushed back against the seat.

"Close the door!" Zack shouts, clearly enraged, so I do what he asks and yank it shut. 

Nothing like almost dying to get someone's full attention.

He looks back to the road, shifting his head from left to right as if he's looking for something. He closes his eyes for a second like he's concentrating and hits the gas, turning into a dense roadless, forest. I'm not sure why I'm surprised by anything at this point but I can't help but watch in complete amazement as twigs, bushes and small trees impossibly move away, allowing us to easily pass.

We drive like this for another few minutes while I'm still in awe of what nature is unnaturally doing for us when I see something standing before us through the headlights.

I recognize him immediately. 

The Watchman. 

Where the hell did he come from? And how in the effing world did he find us?

His large figure moves toward us in a single, fluid motion and before I know it, I'm being wrapped in a warm, white light.