Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
I open my eyes and find that Baelfire’s handsome, smiling face is only a few inches away, his irises like warm honey.
“There she is. Prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen.”
What the fuck? Why am I in bed with him?
I sit up, taking in my surroundings quickly. I’m in Everbound’s infirmary, which is mildly alarming. But I don’t see anyone here trying to heal me or running away screaming that a convict of the Nether has infiltrated Everbound, which is promising.
Baelfire sits up, too. His warm body is so close to mine that I get tingles in my stomach, which I dutifully ignore. Silas is upright on the sickbed beside ours, his ruby irises soft as he studies me.
But why the hell is he looking at me like that? Weren’t we just fighting?
I feel like I’m missing something.
His gaze drops, and he bites his lip. “Mmm. I much prefer this view, but I’m obligated to let you know that your very lovely tits are on display.”
I glance down and frown. Oh, my gods. These barbarians ripped the dress Kenzie gave me.
“You couldn’t breathe, and I panicked,” Baelfire says quickly. “But I’ll get you any dresses you want, anytime. Or better yet, we can make Everett buy you a few million dresses. His treat.”
I squint at him for a long second, still disoriented as I gather my thoughts. “You’re avoiding a serious conversation. I know you two witnessed my…condition. Tell me what happened after I lost consciousness.”
They exchange a glance, and then Silas sighs. “We brought you to the healers, but Crypt killed them before they could examine you. Then the prophetess, Pia, healed you.”
Impossible. “What really happened?”
“I can’t lie,
” he reminds me, his attention slipping down to my bare upper half again.
Oh. Right.
I frown, realizing that must explain how I don’t feel like shit. How the hell did Pia heal me? It couldn’t have been through common or blood magic. I did pick up an odd feeling from her at the Seeking. Maybe I should corner her and demand some answers.
But that will have to happen later. I have a clock in my head, slowly counting up the time that Kenzie has been missing, and when I glance out the stained glass windows of this room, I grit my teeth to see that a couple of hours must have passed.
“So, about this condition of yours,” Baelfire interrupts my train of thought, tugging gently on a loose strand of my hair.
The familiarity of sitting topless in bed so close to him has my face warming. I finally pull up a blanket to cover myself, which makes Silas sigh.
“It’s harmless,” I lie, checking to make sure I’m still wearing my gloves out of habit. “I just pass out sometimes.”
“How often?” Silas demands.
“It’s happening more frequently.”
That is not a lie. Each episode has been getting closer together and more severe, which is inconvenient.
“But it’s nothing I can’t handle. It won’t get in the way of me being a decent keeper. A temporary, platonic keeper,” I add pointedly, looking between them to let them know I haven’t forgotten about our argument.
Baelfire snorts. “Yeah, no. That ship has sailed. Unless you want to offer a concrete, honest-as-hell reason for insisting we can’t be together, accept that we’re yours to keep, Boo.”
I give him a sharp look.
“Mayflower,” he amends, winking. “Mate. Cutie Pie. Raincloud. Take your pick.”
“I pick fuck off.”
“I’m not going to call you Fuck Off,” he teases. “That’s just rude. ‘Fuck Me,’ on the other hand, could definitely be worked into the mix. Especially if you moan it.”
Oh, my gods. This dragon is something else.
Silas examines me like his mind is far away. “You need more sleep.”
No, what I need is to find Kenzie sooner than later. And as painful as it is to admit to myself, I’m struggling to progress there. In order to track down the changeling alone, I’d have to find a way to fuel my magic, perform a ritual on its dried blood, hunt it down, probably fight it again, torture it for information, find some brutally imaginative way to kill it…
All great fun, except for the time crunch.
But Silas doesn’t need anything to fuel his magic except blood. I may need to swallow my pride to speed this process along. For Kenzie’s sake.
I take a deep breath. “I want your help.”
His brows go up, and then a wicked grin curls his lips. “Absolutely. I’ll gladly help you get to sleep, especially if you need to be worn out first.”
I open my mouth and then close it. Then I rub my face to hide the warmth blooming there.
“That’s not what I was talking about, and you know it.”
“Do I? You said it yourself that you want an orgasm or two. I’ll give you plenty.”
Baelfire leans close to my ear to whisper. “I’ll double whatever he’s offering. All the orgasms you want, as long as you come on my face and make me beg for it.”
Oh, my fucking gods. What the hell has gotten into them?
I can’t hide the flush on my face as I shake my head at their matching grins. Clambering from the bed with the blanket still wrapped around me for modesty, I stomp toward the door.
“Forget I mentioned wanting anything. Fucking legacies.”
But my exit is cut off by Crypt, who appears directly before me. His smile twists as he scrutinizes my appearance.
“Fashionable.”
“Quilts are all the rage,” I deadpan, then tip my head. “You missed the Matched Ball.”
That sobers him. “Am I too late for a dance, love?”
“I don’t dance. Were you avoiding Somnus?”
If Crypt is bothered by the mention of his father, he has no reaction. “No. I was held up.”
“By?”
His lips twitch. “My, my. Aren’t you curious tonight? One would almost think you missed me.”
It’s a marvel of nature that they manage to stand upright with heads so big. Obviously, the Nightmare Prince has no intention of telling me where he was. He couldn’t have left Everbound Castle, so what was he up to?
“The bodies?” Silas asks Crypt as he stands and joins us.
“Disposed of.”
Baelfire joins us, too, wrinkling his nose as he folds his brawny arms. The seams of his poor shirt look ready to pop under the strain of those muscles. “Do I want to ask?”
Crypt’s smile is one hundred percent psychopath. “Absolutely not. Your delicate lizard stomach couldn’t handle it. However, our beautifully morbid keeper might enjoy the details. Care to hear, love?”
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