Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
His shouted curse quickly morphs into a guttural roar as scales and talons explode into existence. Before he can hit the ground, golden wings flare out wide, and he swoops upward, wings punishing the air as he snarls in my direction with smoke rising from his nostrils.
I make a shooing motion, already fixated on the abandoned staff entrance that I’m positive Maven will come out of.
Growling, Decimus takes off, just barely glides far enough out of sight before Maven’s small, dark form slips from the very exit I hoped she would. She takes a hard left, quickly trekking through the wintry cold toward the parking area a short walk from Everbound Castle. I step off the roof just as I slip back into Limbo, gliding overhead and watching as she slips into a light blue Mustang.
It takes a moment before the car turns on. Her driving seems jerky at first, breaking and pausing several times before very slowly peeling out of the parking lot. Interesting.
Has she not driven in a long time? I find that idea bothers me—she is setting off on nearly a four-hour drive, after all.
For the first four hours of her drive, I soar along after her in Limbo, occasionally getting distracted by the glowing wisps that dance by in the murky, slightly warped dream world. Wisps are the ghosts of past dreams and are highly dangerous for anyone who isn’t me, especially if they group together to break into the mortal plane of existence. But there aren’t enough of them here to warrant any action, and I’m far more focused on Maven’s progress.
Three hours in, she finally stops to refuel the car. I settle on the ground outside of the service station, watching in curious amusement as she studies the petrol pump like it’s a monster she’s never encountered before.
It takes her a while to figure it out, and I laugh out loud at the way her nose wrinkles when she accidentally sprays the ground with gas while shoving it into the car.
Slipping around the back of the service station, I step back into the mortal world and slip the enchanted phone from my back pocket, along with a lighter and cigarette. Smoking reverium, which only grows in Limbo, helps my body relax after frequently swapping between planes. It takes a toll, walking between two worlds without the ability to call either home.
Crane answers on the first ring. “Where is she?”
Already, I can’t stand not having her in sight, so I lean against the side of the building to catch a glimpse of where she’s still adorably frowning at the pump. I want to smooth away the furrow between her brows with my lips.
“Fueling up in a quaint little town about half an hour out.”
“Good. I’ll tell Everett to get started. Just get her here before the?—“
My spine goes rigid when a large human man in a baseball cap leaves where he’s refueling his semi-truck and approaches Maven with a smile plastered across his bearded face. His aura is like burnt vomit. The way his eyes roll over her, glancing around to see if anyone else is here with her, has me ready to reach into his mind and rip it to shreds.
Even before I was old enough to understand the horrors they craved, I made it my business to prey on predators. To show no mercy to those who turned their sick dreams into realities. After so many years of hunting down those predators, even without glimpsing this man’s psyche or his dreams, I can see all the hallmarks of a pervert as he stops directly beside my keeper.
“Hey there, sweetie pie. You’re lookin’ a little lost. I’d love to help you,” he drawls.
Maven ignores him, calmly observing the ticking numbers on the pump.
“Need a hand?” The man licks his lips, studying her profile and baggy clothes that leave so much to the imagination—and clearly, he’s letting his imagination run rampant as he subtly adjusts himself in his pants. A dark daydream starts to color Limbo around his head.
“Fucking bastard,” I growl.
My markings light up. I’m going to cut off his cock inch by inch. Should only take about three slices.
“Crypt?” Crane snaps in my ear, making me realize I’ve been tuning him out. “What’s going on? Is Maven all right?”
The man gets annoyed with Maven ignoring him and reaches out to cover her gloved hand with his big, grease-stained one on the gas pump handle. At the same time, his other hand finds her back but slips down, seeking to brush over her ass.
My vision goes red, and I hang up, ready to rip this putrid human into a thousand pathetic, sobbing pieces.
But Maven reacts before I can even take a step forward.
In a smooth move that’s too fast for me to comprehend fully, she yanks the gas pump out of the car, wraps the hose tightly around the man’s neck, and shoves him against the petrol machine. He yelps and chokes on the hose, but after a moment, she lets go, leaving it slack. Her expression still hasn’t changed.
“You bitch!” he shouts, trying to unwrap himself from the hose, which has already left a dark mark around his neck. “I’ll beat your ass for this! What the fucking hell is wrong with you?”
“You don’t want to know.”
He snarls and finally shoves the hose off of himself, taking a threatening step toward her. I take a step forward, too, gritting my teeth as my hair and clothes begin to drift around me.
But she doesn’t back down, and her voice turns chilling. “Get in your truck and leave before I shove that nozzle through your eye socket, pump your head full, and set it on fire.”
The threat is graphic enough for the man, who pales and scrambles away, slamming his truck door and flooring it. The forgotten pump in his own truck yanks hard before popping out as he speeds away with screeching tires.
And I am left in rapt fascination as Maven snorts, lips curling up into a dark smile as she pays for her fuel.
She enjoyed frightening that man.
Knowing that makes my cock ache, and I slip back around the side of the station before she can spot me. Gripping my erection through my jeans, I lean my head back and hiss out a breath. Gods above, I wish she was the one gripping me tightly like this.
People are never more themselves than when they think no one is watching. Seeing that small glimpse into Maven’s true personality has me grinning more to myself as I redial Crane.
He’s seething.”If something happened to Maven, I’m going to?—“
“Don’t bother with an empty threat. I just had a lovely show of our keeper handling things on her own.” Though I’ll still track that ass down and punish him later, in his nightmares. “She’s fine now, about to leave again. Have Frost ready.”
Several minutes later, the time finally comes to officially hijack my darling obsession’s little trip. Dark clouds have converged over this entire area, and snow has begun dusting from the sky so heavily that some cars are pulling off the highway, wary of the sudden blizzard.
Unfortunately, she doesn’t pull over as we intended. But that doesn’t stop me.
Flying low to her car, I slip through the roof of it and drop out of Limbo, directly into the passenger’s seat of her friend’s car. Maven inhales sharply, and the car swerves a bit, but otherwise, she just clenches her teeth and stares straight ahead at the quickly whitening road.
“Go away, Crypt.”
I love how she says my name. Someday, I’ll love her moaning it.
“How important is it to you to make this wedding, love?” I ask.
Her brow furrows, and then she sighs. “You overheard Kenzie talking, didn’t you?”
“Unimportant. What is important is that you pull over and let me drive.”
She rolls her eyes. “Why would?—“
Someone in front of her breaks hard, sliding on the icy road and twisting completely sideways. I curse at them as I reach over to grip the steering wheel between Maven’s hands, barely managing to navigate the car through the mess of parked vehicles along this stretch of road.
Maven huffs, blowing strands of dark hair out of her face. If she was panicked at all about the breaking cars, she doesn’t show it. “Let go.”
“Let me drive, darling. You’ve never driven before, let alone in this kind of weather.”
She side-eyes me briefly. “Is it that obvious?”
“Only because your driving resembles an electrified jellyfish,” I grin.
The car suddenly loses traction, and for a moment, we slide slightly into the opposite lane—directly into oncoming traffic, where a minivan begins blaring its horn, its lights dim from the heavy snowstorm. Maven veers back into the correct lane, but I’m no longer grinning. I could slip into Limbo on impact and be fine, but the risk of her being injured grates on my nerves.
“Pull over. Now.”
“Make me.”
Fuck me, she’s beautifully stubborn. Very well. She asked for it.
I adjust my grip on the wheel until my hands completely cover her gloved fingers. Immediately, I can sense her discomfort, and she pulls back, allowing me to pull to the side of the road where she brakes to a stop.
My hands are still on the wheel, so when I look at Maven, her face is close to mine. Her dark eyes are brimming with irritation as she studies me, but I’m using all my willpower not to lean forward and taste those tempting lips.
Finally, I force myself to focus. “Let’s switch seats, shall we? Unless you don’t mind being buried under a mountain of snow in this car with me for a couple of days,” I add, enjoying the idea. “When the car battery dies, we can share body heat.”
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