Chapter 34 - Corinda

Brandon moans in the backseat as we jolt over tree roots and take hard curves around trees. Each time, Case apologizes, but there isn’t really much that he can do. We had to get the fuck out of there.

Those witches showed up out of nowhere and the one sacrificing herself to call the others…there was no way to know when they would show up and when a freaking oracle tells you to get the fuck out, you make tracks as fast as you fucking can.

Casen rolls the windows down. He puts his hand out the window, opening it and curling his fingers in towards the himself. The cab of the truck fills with scents from throughout the forest: elm, squirrel, oak, blood, and incense.

“They’re about five miles away, but they’re gaining fast,” Casen says.

“The plane’s in that clearing right there,” the oracle says, pointing to a stand of trees about a half a mile off. The closer we get, the easier it is to see that there is a clearing and a plane at one end of it.

Unfortunately, the trees are