Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
“What can I get for you? Would sparkling water help? I have Tums. And some other human medicine that might help. Or if you want something else, like a potion, I’ll go find Silas and?—“
“Do all faculty apartments look like this?” she interrupts, brows raised at my apartment.
“No, I paid for professional designers to come in and modify this space.” I realize I’m compulsively fidgeting with my clothes and force myself to stop. “Don’t worry, I know it’s over the top. I might be a trust fund baby, but I’m self-aware. I’ve seen plenty of normal rooms.”
She eyes the full glass wall etched with intricate gold leaf designs, the minimalistic, tastefully abstract decorations and plush rug, and the massive bed with the chandelier made of countless swirling strands of nevermelt overhead.
“If you say so.”
I fidget again. “You’re killing me here. There has to be something I can do to help with your…”
I don’t even know what to call it.
Maven’s lips twitch. “It’s not as bad as usual. Maybe touch therapy is actually working.”
“But why the fuck did you kiss me if you knew it would end up being uncomfortable for you?” I stress, frustrated at the thought.
“Someone had to break the ice,” she grins playfully.
She’s joking around about this? I scowl. “You know how many times I’ve heard that joke in my lifetime?”
“Noted. I’ll find a better one. Now, about that extra blanket,” she says, glancing at my closet like there might be one there.
Before I can tell her that I’d rather kiss Baelfire’s scaly ass than ever let her sleep on the ground, I hear a knock on the door in my office and leave my apartment to go answer it. It’s Crypt, and he glares at me like he’s envisioning ripping my head off.
Pretty run-of-the-mill for him, honestly.
He glares at the expensive-ass dreamcatcher hanging just inside the threshold of my office before he holds out a backpack and a strange, round object.
“She sleeps with this under her pillow.”
“What is it?”
“None of your damn business, Frost. Just give it to her and know that I’ll make you pay later for taking our keeper and her dreams away from me tonight.”
I glare at him, taking the amulet and the bag, which must have clothes and shit for Maven. “What, you think this was my fucking idea? I just spilled my guts to her about my curse because she knows how to play me like a godsdamned fiddle.”
He stares, then smirks. “Good.”
“No, it’s not.”
“It certainly fucking is. I never wanted us to keep secrets from Maven, anyway. Plus, as I said, I doubt your curse ever hurt her.”
I grit my teeth. “We don’t know that. What if I end up being the death of her?”
“Then I’ll shred your psyche and piece it back together over and over until we both die. Sleep tight.”
Then he just vanishes away, leaving me to gawk at nothingness.
Fucking insane incubus.
MAVEN
I open my eyes in the morning and stare at an angel.
It’s tragically unfair how beautiful Everett Frost is. His flawlessly chiseled face is relaxed in peaceful sleep, one arm crooked behind his head while the other rests on his chest. He’s in silk pajamas because, of course, the wealthy elemental professor prefers silk. I study how strikingly light his hair is, though his brows and eyelashes are much darker.
I sigh, relishing the soft scent of mint clinging all around.
I don’t regret pushing his boundaries and subsequently kissing him yesterday. For one thing, that kiss was incredible, and it was unexpectedly flattering that he lost control so quickly just because he was so aroused by me.
But for another, now I know what his curse is and how little I need to worry about it compared to their other curses.
It’s not like I can’t die permanently. It’s just highly improbable.
Knowing all of my matches’ curses means I now know which are the biggest threats. I dislike all of their curses, but Silas’s is particularly concerning.
There has to be some way I can ease it.
But before I can explore ideas for helping him, I need to move on to the next target: Somnus DeLune.
I’ve killed incubi before, in the Nether. There are still old-world monsters there, after all. They’re just not immortal like the Immortal Quintet. After Amadeus took my heart and declared me his telum, my training sometimes consisted of being chased through the deformed woods surrounding Amadeus’s kingdom while two or three monsters competed to see who could kill me first.
So, I know how to take down a strong incubus. I just have to get the right weapons and lure him away from the others where no one will see or suspect it was my doing.
And I also have an unexpected advantage over him. Something I hadn’t even considered. Sitting up, I remove the totem Crypt left last night from under the pillow. I examine it, ignoring the strong smell of the calea ternifolia.
This is an old totem. Very old. It’s no coincidence that Crypt’s immortal father has been carrying it around. After all, what use does a nightmare-stopping totem have for an incubus who doesn’t even sleep?
I have a theory, but I want to be close enough to kill Somnus before I give it a try.
I get ready for the day and slip into Everett’s office. But before I can touch the door, ice completely encapsulates the handle. I glance over my shoulder and smirk.
“Not an early riser?”
He rubs his face sleepily, leaning against the doorway into his apartment. “Normally, it’s no problem, but it’s kind of impossible to sleep with a boner from hell.”
I blink. He never came close to touching me after that kiss last night, so I had no idea he was still turned on. My neck feels warm, and Everett must realize he blurted that out loud because his cheeks flame red. He clears his throat.
“Can you wait a second? I’ll be right out. I just don’t like the idea of you wandering the halls. There are too many psychopaths wandering Everbound right now.”
Why do they keep saying shit like this? They saw me fight. By now, they should know I’m the biggest danger in this castle.
“I’ll be fine on my own. Plus, I’m sure Crypt is already waiting outside. Maybe Silas and Baelfire, too.”
“Exactly. Psychopaths,” he huffs, walking into his room. “Hang on.”
A few minutes later, we leave to find that all three of my other matches were waiting like I suspected. My stomach sinks when I see that Baelfire’s neck is covered in fresh scratches, Silas has deep dark circles under his crimson eyes, and Crypt…well, he’s fine, but I’m pretty sure that’s fresh blood on his jeans. He’s also wearing a new leather jacket he probably stole from someone else.
Baelfire surrounds me immediately in a big, warm hug, but when he picks me up, I let out an embarrassing squeak of surprise. He buries his face in my neck and inhales.
“There’s my little Raincloud,” he says roughly. His gravelly voice rumbling against my ear sends prickles of awareness down my spine.
Then he yelps, and I drop back to my feet. Silas just stabbed Baelfire in the shoulder with his bleeding crystal, and the blood fae’s expression is vicious.
“She didn’t want to be picked up, you ass. We’re helping her with light exposure therapy, not manhandling her. What the hell were you thinking?”
“It’s fine,” I insist when I see Baelfire’s eyes shift momentarily.
Tendons bulge in his neck, and he growls, scratching at his neck around the collar again. I quickly grab his hands, forcing him to stop and look at me.
“It’s your curse,” I surmise quietly.
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