Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
“Not happening. I need to shower. I’m sweaty.”
It’s the lamest possible excuse, but there it is. My strongest defense, ladies and gentlemen.
“Maven,” Silas says again, stopping beside us and frowning at her. “Curfew starts soon. Let’s go.”
“I’ll stay with Everett.”
My heart lurches right up into my throat, and I snap, “No, you most certainly will fucking not. I don’t want you anywhere near me.”
“Agreed. Come on,” Silas insists. “Baelfire’s making dinner, and I’m sure Professor Frost needs to…grade papers.”
I’ve never graded a paper in my life, but I nod.
Maven fixes us both with a look. “Cut the shit. I know you’re all keeping me from being around Everett. You think he’s a danger to me. Tell me why, or he and I are going to have a talk.”
Silas looks at me accusingly, like this is somehow my fault. I just look heavenward, hoping whatever god gave me this curse will see what a dickhead they are. Respectfully, of course.
“Oakley, just go with Silas.”
“Pass.”
Okay, I have to push harder if I’m going to keep enough distance between us. “You think I want to fucking talk to you? You just abused and annoyed the hell out of me for hours. I’m exhausted, and I’m going to bed. So go run along with your pussy-whipped groupies and take a shower while you’re at it because you smell.”
It’s a lie. She barely broke a sweat. It’s fucking aggravating how good she looks right now.
Silas’s jaw clenches at my words, but Maven holds my gaze. “Sure. I’ll use your shower.”
Why, gods, why did she have to be this stubborn and attractive? It’s ludicrous. I rub the back of my neck, exhausted, confusingly horny, and extremely done with having to ignore her all the damn time. Deep down, I’m aching for her.
But I need to keep up the arrogant asshole front that will keep her at arm’s length. This is the best way to protect her from my curse.
“I am not doing this right now,” I grit.
“Great. Then I hope you have an extra blanket. I’ll sleep on the floor.”
She brushes past me toward my office. I debate running away to hide somewhere pathetic, like one of the school’s public restrooms. But finally, I sigh and follow her.
“If anything even remotely unpleasant happens to her, I’ll kill you,” Silas warns from behind me.
Very helpful. “You missed your calling as a fucking cheerleader. Now go away.”
If Maven insists on talking to me, I’ll just have to be as unpleasant as possible and get her out of my space quickly. Maybe if I can get into a big fight with her, that might help me stop thinking about her so much.
It’s pathetic, but it’s all I have.
By the time I reach my office, Maven is waiting. I try to give her a death glare, but I’m sure it looks more like I’m pouting as I unlock my office to let us inside. The automatic mage lights built into every faculty office glow softly, dimmed slightly for the nighttime.
Maven pauses to take in my office. “Tidy.”
“I hate messes. I also hate pushy keepers who can’t mind their own fucking business.”
She turns, smirking. “Nice try, but you don’t hate me.”
“How would you know? You’re too busy bouncing between the three other dicks in your happy little harem to give a shit.”
Saying stuff like this to her makes my stomach clench—but if I’m crude and bitter enough, hopefully, she’ll dislike me enough to want to leave.
Maven rolls her eyes. “You’re not going to get me to hate you, either.”
Damn it. Why does she have to be so perceptive?
I turn my back on her and straighten the things on my desk out of nervous habit, even though I organized them before I left earlier. When I grab my glasses case to slip into the desk’s top drawer, Maven circles around and tips her head.
“You wear glasses?”
“Only for reading,” I grumble, acting like I’m busy and she’s a nuisance.
When she boosts herself up to sit on the edge of my desk, the slight bounce of her tits under her tight shirt sends a bolt of longing through me. I whirl away from her again, clearing my throat and staring hard at the calendar on my wall as if it’s far more interesting than the incredibly sexy enigma perched on my desk.
Don’t think about her tits. Don’t think about her ass on your desk where you work. Don’t think about her body at all, you ridiculously horny pervert.
“I want to see you in your glasses sometime,
Professor.”
“Just spit out whatever the fuck you had to talk to me about,” I huff, rubbing my face.
She’s silent for so long, I worry I’ve finally hurt her feelings. But when I turn, bracing myself to face the horror of seeing Maven hurt again, I find that she’s quietly studying the few things I have on my walls and arranged decoratively on shelves. When she sees the shard of nevermelt on the end of one shelf, she turns with a surprised look.
“Where did you get that?”
“I made it,” I admit, folding my arms to look surly.
Nevermelt is rare. A diamond-hard substance, it’s far colder than regular ice and, as the name suggests, can’t melt due to the sheer amount of elemental power it’s created with. Only ice wielders of the highest caliber can forge it. When I made the rookie mistake of revealing to my parents that I had the ability, they tried to ship me off to work directly for the Immortal Quintet.
I was sixteen at the time and used the money from my modeling to file for emancipation instead. My family used their extensive resources to keep that juicy bit of family drama out of the media, and they threatened to never give me my trust fund as if that would somehow change my mind.
But after a while, they pretended like it was their idea that I leave home early so I could “focus on my career in the world of humans.” They still granted me access to my absurdly large inheritance when I turned twenty-four, which I haven’t touched with a ten-foot pole.
Maven studies the nevermelt with an expression I don’t understand. Then she moves on, raising her brows at the picture of Marshmallow and Blizzard.
“You have dogs?”
The two Great Pyrenees are practically the size of polar bears. They would love her. I have no idea if Maven even likes animals. Still, I can easily imagine them here, rubbing up against her with their tongues lolling out in delight if she decided to pet them.
Instead of giving in and telling her all about them, I scowl. “Can you get out already?”
Maven ignores me, tipping her head at the picture of Heidi.
“Pretty. I didn’t know you have a sister.”
I tense. “How did you…”
“She looks different from you, but you have the same nose.” My keeper makes a face. “I only noticed because I’m trying to break a bad habit.”
“What habit?” I frown.
“Killing the relatives of people I know before I even know who they are.”
Oh. Wow, I…don’t even know what to say to that. “Again, why are you here?”
“Take a seat. I know you’re nervous.”
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