Soul Legacy: A Supernatural Ghost Series (The Windhaven Witches Book 2) by Carissa Andrews (the first e reader .TXT) 📕

stomp them with my foot and send them on their transcendental journey,” I mutter, walking inside.

“Cold, man. So, so cold,” he says, following after me.

The main entryway is more like a glorified hallway with a wall of small mailboxes plastered against the left-hand side. In its defense, it’s cleaner inside than it appears from the outside.

Wade shoots me a look of surprise. “Not too bad in here.”

“So far,” I say, raising my eyebrows. “Still plenty of opportunity to scare me off.”

“Ye have little faith, young one. Come on. The landlady said she’d meet me at apartment thirteen,” he says, walking down the hallway and stopping in the middle of the T junction, trying to decide which way to go next.

I laugh under my breath and follow after him.

“Ah, yes. This way. See, not too difficult,” he says, straightening his shoulders and taking the left hallway.

We walk down and turn to the sixth door on the left. The small number thirteen looks like it’s been branded into the wall next to the door, which is wide open.

“Hello?” Wade calls out, entering the tiny efficiency apartment.

My eyes flit around the space, taking as much in as possible, until the landlady walks out of the bathroom drying her hands. She’s barely older than the two of us, but her overall aura is that of an old soul, for sure. Her strawberry-blond hair is piled up on the top of her head in one of those messy buns I would kill to be able to pull off and her green eyes flash with mischievous insight.

“Ah, Mr. Hoffman. Right on time,” she says, setting the hand towel on the breakfast bar and thrusting her hand out.

Wade glances down and after a brief pause, shakes her hand. “Nice to meet you.”

“Sorry, just wanted to make sure the bathroom was sparkling before you arrived,” she says, sensing his hesitation.

“Oh, thanks. I appreciate that,” he nods, shooting me a sideways glance.

The woman steps forward, her eyebrows raised, as she reaches out for me as well. “And you are…the wife?”

“Girlfriend,” I say, eyeing Wade as I shake her hand. My cheeks burn at the idea of being mistaken for a married couple. “Autumn.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Autumn. I’m Chelsea Hammond. I know this place doesn’t look like much, but I’m working on it,” she says, smiling. “There’s only so much I can do at a time, though.”

“It’s actually quite nice,” I say, clasping my hands behind my back and surveying the open floor-plan.

“Thank you. I bought the building last year and I’ve been working on it room by room. I know it looks like a dump outside, but I figure people aren’t living outside, so it can wait. Besides, it keeps the riffraff away, if you know what I mean,” she says, smirking.

“Valid point.” I laugh.

Despite the somewhat small interior of the one large room and a bathroom, the apartment isn’t terrible. New carpet, fresh paint, and an updated compact kitchen are also a plus. As much as I loathe to admit it, there’s not much I can hate on here.

“So, will it be the two of you…?” Chelsea begins.

Wade shakes his head. “No, just me. But hopefully Autumn will visit often.” He turns to me, narrowing his gaze and scrunching the side of his face.

I sigh, dropping my shoulders in defeat. “Of course.”

“Did you want to take a look around? At least check out that bathroom I painstakingly scrubbed, would you?” Chelsea laughs. “It will make me feel better.”

Wade nods enthusiastically. “Oh, most certainly.” He glances in my direction, nodding toward the door.

“Oh, go on then. I have to see this bathroom,” I laugh, shooing him with my hands.

Wade walks inside the tiny space, twirling around with his arms splayed out wide. “Look, Autumn. Not a single cockroach to be found.”

I snicker. He’s right. The bathroom is actually cleaner than the one I have back home, albeit much smaller.

“Yeah, yeah. I admit it, the place is better than anticipated.”

Wade beams, stepping behind me and wrapping his arms around me. “So, does it mean you’ll visit me here?”

“I already said I would,” I say, shaking my head.

“Yeah, but that was when the landlady was staring you down,” he says, placing his chin on my shoulder.

“I can still hear you,” Chelsea mutters from the other room.

I burst out laughing and have to cover my mouth with my hand.

“I like her, too.” I jab my thumb toward the doorway.

“And for $350 a month, you can’t beat it. Not in this town,” Wade says, straightening his stance like he just said he was just nominated employee of the month.

My mouth pops open and I nod. “Wow, that’s actually an awesome deal. How did you manage that?”

Wade shakes his head. “Beginner’s luck?”

“Okay, guys…you’re making me feel like I should rethink my pricing strategy here,” Chelsea says, walking up to the doorway.

“Too late now. I’ll take it,” Wade says, holding out a hand. “Where do I sign?”

Chelsea tips her head to the kitchen counter behind her. “Lease is on the bar.” She steps out of the way, allowing space for Wade and me to leave the bathroom.

Wade picks the piece of paper up by pinching both sides and holding it out in front of him like he’s about to recite the Gettysburg Address.

“You can’t just read it like a normal person, can you?” I say, grabbing it and putting it back on the bar so we can both look it over.

“Where’s the fun in that?” he says, leaning forward and placing his elbows on the breakfast bar.

I shake my head, grinning to myself. Together, we read the document, making sure it’s legit.

“Looks good to me,” he shrugs.

“Same.” I nod.

Without another word, he picks up the pen from the counter and signs his name. When he’s done, he hands the lease to Chelsea.

“Thank you, sir. Now, all we need to take care of is the deposit and 1st month’s rent. Then, all of this glory is waiting to be yours,” she says, widening her arms.

Wade