Soul Legacy: A Supernatural Ghost Series (The Windhaven Witches Book 2) Carissa Andrews (snow like ashes series .txt) 📖

accept that one? Even if they’re pointed directly at it, most people can’t see the truth for themselves. They’re more than willing to keep living in their made-up worlds because it’s easier than saying they were wrong. People have already made their minds up about me. Maybe coming to the school was a bad idea…” he says, running his hand through his hair and taking a few steps away.

“I’m sure it’s not that bad. The psychic could figure out who’s actually summoning the revenants. Wouldn’t that be a good thing?” I ask as I follow him. “We could use an ally at this point.”

Wade covers his face with both hands, sighing into them. After a moment, he peeks through his fingers. “You really have far too much faith in others. You know that?”

I press my lips into a thin line.

Wade chuckles, dropping his hands from his face and placing them alongside mine. “I love that about you. I really do. I wish I had that—but my life experience has taught me something vastly different. Despite my cool, calm demeanor, I’m a cluster of raw nerves most days.”

“I’m sorry,” I mutter. Wrapping my arms around him, I close my eyes, wishing all of this craziness was behind us and we could just relax for once. I don’t remember the last time we were able to spend some time together as a normal couple.

As if sensing my frustration, Wade says, “Hey, how about we get out of here? Forget all this graveyard and catacomb shit and just…be? I need some Autumn time.”

I lift my head, my lips sliding into an easy smile. “It’s like you’re in my brain.”

“Well, we are soul mates,” he says, lifting his hand to my jaw and sliding his thumb across my bottom lip.

I inhale sharply, my heart tripping over itself. Until this very moment, I hadn’t realized how disjointed and almost disconnected I’ve been feeling, but with those simple words, everything seems brighter. “Soul mates? You really think so?”

The corners of his eyes crease, and the sparkle in their depths is back. “Of course. How else do you explain the way we found each other? It was fate.”

My mind drifts to the evening we first met. His easygoing nature and natural charisma… Both of us in the graveyard, sharing so many of the same loves in pop culture. Both supernatural in our own ways.

Maybe he’s right. Maybe it was fate.

Wade grins, leaning forward and brushing his lips to mine.

The spark that follows ignites immediately and I sigh into him, wishing we could just let the entire world and all of its crazy fade away forever.

The chill air whips around us, blowing my hair around us like a shroud of protection. As his lips burn down on mine, his kiss warms every nerve ending of my body, melting away any doubts and worries. Instead, it’s all replaced with the desire to be totally his. Body and soul.

Wade pulls back, his eyes half-open with the same dreamy daze. After a moment, he shudders and says, “Let’s get inside and see what kind of mischief we can find ourselves in.”

I quirk an eyebrow, but my lips slide into a smirk. “Well, we do have the entire manor all to ourselves…”

He tips his head and returns my expression. “That we certainly do.”

Reaching out, I slide my hand in his and lead the way through the trees and back toward the manor. I could kick myself for having walked as far away as we have. Instead, I pick up speed.

Laughing out loud, Wade pulls my hand back, twirling me around in the snow. He steps forward and instinctively, I take a step back, placing my back against one of the large oak trees. Without a word, he bends forward, pressing his body against mine. Placing his hands on either side of my shoulders, he watches me intensely. In response, I arch my back, pressing my hips forward. I slide my hands around his waist and rest them on the small of his back.

He groans, bending again to press his lips to mine. There’s more force behind this kiss, as he flicks my upper lip with the tip of his tongue. He raises his hands to entwine his fingers in my hair. I open my mouth, unable to stop the moan that escapes, and he takes the opportunity to explore further. His tongue teases my own in a dance of mastery all his own—he knows exactly what to do to make my body temperature rise.

I slide my hands farther, planting them firmly on his butt, as I pull his hips to mine, grinding forward. This time, Wade practically growls, lurching forward and pressing his lips to my neck. His hot breath sends waves of goosebumps surging through my body, making me shudder.

“God, I want you, Autumn…” he whispers against my skin, trying to calm his breath.

I swallow hard, trying to think through this heady aura of desire. Biting my lip, I tip my head to the manor. “Come on, let’s get inside.”

His dark eyelashes flutter and nostrils flare as he pulls in a deep breath. Nodding to himself, he takes a tentative step back, holding out his hand for me. As I take it, he pulls me upright. Shooting him a sideways smile, another shudder rolls through my body. After the months of craziness, the moment finally feels right.

Nervous energy and excitement build in every cell in my body and I just want to get inside as quickly as possible. Neither of us say another word; we just make our way, listening to the quick crunching of our footsteps in the snow. With each passing step, I try to hold onto as much of the moment as possible. I don’t think Wade knows just how incredibly sexy he is.

When we reach the boathouse, I pause, needing to refill my reserves. I turn to him and run my right hand through his dark locks. I’m mesmerized by the way the sunlight sparkles through the