“So, it’s true then,” I whisper, dropping my gaze. “You’re an Angel of Death?”
I look up to meet his burdened eyes. “Not yet. Not until I die.”
His words hit me like a punch in the gut. That’s why he had said what he did about anointing him early. Had his father wanted to, he could have claimed his soul right then and there.
My words come out in a hushed sob. “But your dad—he let you stay…”
Wade lifts his left hand, brushing aside a strand of my hair and tucks it behind my ear. “He did.”
I swallow hard. “But he doesn’t want you to be with me. He doesn’t think—”
“I don’t give a damn what he thinks,” Wade says, pressing his lips into a thin line.
“But you should,” I cry. “My god, Wade. Death. He’s…Death.”
Wade chuckles as he nods. “He is. So is my grandpa now. And my great-great grandpa…and so on and so forth. There will be plenty of time for death and he knows that.”
I shake my head. “I don’t understand.”
“We get one lifetime. One experience here on this mortal realm. With the exception of my father’s misguided rule about necromancers, he doesn’t have a say in how I live it,” Wade says, smiling. “And as you can see, even there, he doesn’t have much say.”
“But—?” I begin, trying to process all of this.
“Look,” Wade says, squeezing both of my hands. “The way I see it, we’re perfect for each other. I have no powers at all until I ascend. I get flashes, maybe a few insights… strange sensations and vibes. That’s all. But in the meantime, I study. And I can live vicariously through you. Besides, I still say our meeting in the cemetery was fate at play, Dru.”
His nickname for me resonates like a jolt to the heart and my mouth pops open.
“Angel…” I whisper, taking a step back and brushing my mouth with my fingertips. “I nicknamed you Angel.”
Wade snickers softly, as he grins and drops his chin. “Yeah, I was ridiculously pleased about that. Believe me, there’s been more than a couple of times I’ve chuckled to myself about it. See? Fate…”
I drop his hand, suddenly unable to take in much more. I pick up the grimoire, walking it back to its pedestal as I process. As I place it back on top, the pedestal descends back into the floor. I stand there, staring at it as it vanishes from view.
There are so many questions knotting themselves together and I’m not sure how to sort them all out. If he’s next in line to become an Angel of Death—how do we make sure he has a good, long life?
Like the billowing black clouds his dad appears from, fear begins to take over.
What if his dad is right… what if death does follow after me?
I lift my gaze to him, trying to squelch the panic rising from the center of my torso.
What if his dad’s rule has nothing to do with necromancy or me? What if his rule is to protect Wade so he lives that good, long life?
What if being with me is actually putting his life at risk?
To my right, Abigail’s form flickers in and out of reality, making me jump. Her face is contorted in an odd expression of fear and horror as she tries to speak to me. Her arms splay out wide, and at first her words don’t reach me, despite her clearly trying to communicate.
Confused, I shake my head. “What is it? I can’t understand you… What are you trying to say?”
Abigail reaches out to me, then vanishes again, only to pop up on my left side.
“What’s going on?” Wade asks, his eyes floating around the space.
Abigail bends forward, her face inches from my neck. A frigid cold creeps up my neck as she whispers into my ear, “You need to be ready. His time has come.”
To Be Continued in Book 3: Haunted Legacy.
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What did Abigail mean when she said, ‘His time has come’? Is Wade’s time coming to an end? Or did she mean someone else?
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Being haunted by ghosts isn’t unusual for Autumn, but this time it’s someone she didn’t think was dead.
Autumn’s world is a life of ghosts, death, and destruction. The last thing she wants is to be the cause of her boyfriend’s early demise. Especially when she’s already been warned by the Angel of Death to stay away from him. So, to keep Wade safe, there’s only one thing to do: end it.
But of course, fate doesn’t let them off the hook that easy. Thrust together for a school project, Wade is put right in the line of fire when an unexplained, and surprisingly violent, haunting erupts at Blackwood Manor.
To figure out how to stop it, Autumn has to communicate with the spirit, but it will do anything to protect its identity. The deeper Autumn digs, the more sinister the truth becomes. Devastated and vulnerable, Autumn has to face the facts and find a way to end the ghost’s deadly attacks. Otherwise, both she and Wade will become the ghost’s next victim.
The Windhaven Witches
Secret Legacy (Sept 15, 2020)
Soul Legacy (Oct 6, 2020)
Haunted Legacy (Nov 3, 2020)
Cursed Legacy (Dec 1, 2020)
Also by Carissa Andrews
The Pendomus Chronicles
Trajectory: A Pendomus Chronicles Prequel
Pendomus: Book 1 of the Pendomus Chronicles
Polarities: Book 2 of the Pendomus Chronicles
Revolutions: Book 3 of the Pendomus Chronicles
Diana Hawthorne Supernatural Mysteries
Oracle: Book 1
Amends: Book 2 (February 26, 2021)
Immortals: Book 3
Vestige: Book 4
Harbinger: Book 5
Pantheon: Book 6
The 8th Dimension Novels
The Final Five: An Oracle & Awakening Bridge Novelette
Awakening: Rise as the Fall Unfolds
Love is a Merciless God
About the Author
Carissa Andrews
Sci-fi/Fantasy is my pen of choice.
Carissa Andrews is an international bestselling indie author from central Minnesota who writes a combination of science fiction, fantasy, and dystopia.
