Soul Legacy: A Supernatural Ghost Series (The Windhaven Witches Book 2) by Carissa Andrews (english books to improve english .txt) 📗

When class ends, I pick up my backpack and wait for Wade to gather up his things.

“Want to come over to my place to study?” Wade asks, standing up and walking around his desk.

I nod. “That sounds good. I have a few things I need to do quick at home. Can I meet you about six?”

“Sure, that works,” he says, bending in and brushing his lips against my cheek.

A flurry of anxiety courses through my veins. I could kick myself for feeling so torn about Wade. But I also don’t want to be that girl who refuses to think anything could be wrong with a guy just because she likes him.

“Do you want me to order pizza or anything? Or do you plan to eat at home?” Wade asks, leading us out into the hallway.

“How about I bring something? Save your money,” I say, reaching for his hand and giving it a squeeze.

His expression falters, but he nods.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything by that,“ I sputter.

“It’s okay, I get it,” Wade says, shaking his head.

Biting my lip, I opt for walking silently beside him. Rather than heading to the Commons for a few minutes, we head straight out the door and to our vehicles. At least today, we arrived at nearly the same time, so we’re parked together.

When we reach our rides, I lean up against the side of Blue and turn to face Wade. “You know, we really should start riding together.”

“I don’t want you to feel like you’re stuck here, though. I mean, if you ever have to leave early or anything…” Wade says, shaking his head.

“Don’t be ridiculous. Besides, I’d mostly know in advance and we could coordinate then,” I say, narrowing my gaze. “Why don’t you want to ride with me?”

Wade chuckles, “It’s not that at all.”

“Then what is it?”

“Honestly, I have no idea. I guess I’m so used to being apart, I don’t want to suffocate you,” he says, shrugging sheepishly. “Stupid, right?”

“Not at all,” I say, reaching for his waist and pulling him close. “But from now on, we’re riding together. Deal?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He chuckles.

“Since you’re closer to the school, I’ll come to you,” I say glancing up just in time to see him open his mouth in protest. “No arguments.”

His lips pinch shut.

“Promise me,” I say.

“Fine,” he mutters through clenched teeth.

“All right, now that that’s settled, I’m going to head home. I’ll see you at six,” I say, standing on my tiptoes and pressing my lips to his.

Surprisingly, he bends in, pressing his body against mine until he pins me against the side of Blue. The force of his kiss takes my breath away and I raise my right hand, entwining my fingertips into his dark hair.

“Get a room,” someone yells out beside us.

We separate out of surprise and I turn to see Dominic jabbing his index finger into his mouth.

Wade’s entire body goes rigid under my touch and his face pinches tight. The last time the two of them were in the same space, Dominic told him his kind shouldn’t be anywhere near me.

I still have no idea what any of that was about, come to think of it.

“We better get outta here,” Wade says, refusing to move his gaze from Dominic until he’s gotten into his vehicle and driven off.

Nodding, I reach for my handle and get inside. I roll down the window and lean out for one more kiss. “See you in a bit.”

“See ya,” he says, pressing the palm of his hand against my cheek.

I pull out of the parking lot, keeping my eyes on the rearview mirror. Wade stands beside his car until I turn the corner and can no longer see him at all.

Sighing to myself, I head home on autopilot.

How is it possible to have such opposing thoughts and feelings warring inside me at the same time? On one hand, I trust Wade with my life. On the other hand, I can see where Cat and Colt are coming from as well.

When I get home, I park in the middle of the big loop, right beside the large weeping angel statue. Leaving my backpack on the passenger seat, I head straight for the front door. The house is relatively quiet as I open the door and walk into the main entryway. Rather than call out for my dad, the way I normally would, I make my way to my bedroom.

As I enter the space, I turn back and close my bedroom door as quietly as possible. I don’t know why I feel the need to be sneaky about this, but it’s been a while since Abigail appeared to me. It also doesn’t help that a part of me feels like this is an idiotic reason to summon her.

When I turn around to face my bedroom, Abigail stands beside the large picture window, gazing out over the courtyard. It’s almost as if she sensed my request before I sent it.

“Abigail?” I say, stepping into the middle of my room.

Turning around, her gown flows ethereally at her feet. It simultaneously touches the ground and doesn’t, which somehow seems completely normal.

I take a moment to consider my questions. Finally, I let go of a deep breath and say, “There are some strange things happening and I could use your advice. I don’t have anyone else I can really talk to about it.”

Her expression softens and she smiles. Silently, she clasps her hands together in front of her body and waits.

Glancing down, I take a seat on the end of my bed. “Some graves have been desecrated in both Windhaven and Mistwood Point. Rumors are flying around the academy in town and people think Wade had something to do with it. At first…I thought they were being ridiculous. But, now I’m not so sure.”

Abigail tips her head to the side and floats forward. “How exactly were the graves desecrated?”

I bite my lip. “Bodies were dug up. Well, here, at least. In Mistwood, the columbarium for