Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
Baelfire steadies him. “You good?”
Blood drips from Silas’s nose. I frown at that sign of strain, but he wipes it away quickly and shrugs off the dragon shifter. “Let me go, you big lug.”
Everett inhales sharply when Gibbons’ body jolts. It twitches and flexes, slowly rising to its feet with its head still hanging at a broken angle. Finally, the bones in its neck pop into place, and we’re left staring at a soulless Undead, staring at nothing with one pitch-black eye.
If any other necromancer raised it, it would try to eat us. Fortunately, the Undead are perfect puppets who won’t harm the one who raised them or their perceived allies.
“Holy shit,” Baelfire grunts. “That’s fucking creepy.”
Everett mutters a prayer to the god Koa, asking forgiveness for us for using this type of magic. “Yep, there goes my sleep tonight. What now?”
Reaching out, I tip Silas’s face to examine it better in the dim light. His nose is still lightly bleeding, but his eyes have returned to normal.
I appreciate your concern for me, sangfluir, but I’m perfectly fine.
I arch a brow.
How can I know for sure? Can you lie telepathically?
His gaze alights with curiosity.
Let’s find out. Ask me an obvious question.
All right. What am I?
The love of my life.
Oh, fuck.
I was not prepared for the intimate intensity in his beautiful ruby irises. And him dropping the
L
-word like that, completely straight-faced and unflinching?
My face feels warm.
All of me feels warm.
I quickly drop this topic for another time and turn back to the reanimated corpse, clearing my throat. “It should be simple from here. Since Gibbons told Everett’s father he had an update about us, it’s only a matter of time before Alaric tries to contact Gibbons back.”
Why are you so uncomfortable, blood blossom? Silas asks in fae inside my head, smirking as if he finds my brush-off amusing.
Is it because I mentioned love?
Let’s not use the
L
-word, I scowl through the bond.
Love? Don’t tell me you’re philophobic.
I pretend I don’t hear him. “As an Undead, Gibbons can’t talk now. When communication fails, Alaric will trace Gibbons’ whereabouts using the scrying brand to get a new lead. All we need to do is send him on a wild goose chase to buy us more time.”
The others nod, but Silas is laughing quietly now as he realizes how badly I want to avoid this particular discussion.
At least we know now that I cannot lie even through our bond, he muses.
You do know this is an inevitable conversation you’ll need to have four times, right? Perhaps I should warn the others that you’ll try to avoid any admittance of feelings
?
—
I focus on tuning him out until it feels like a door shuts between us in the bond, cutting off whatever he’s saying. He laughs again.
Now that he’s not tortured by voices and paranoia, is he going to tease me all the time?
Fucking miscreant.
Baelfire frowns, looking between Silas and me as he realizes he’s missing something. “More time for what, Raincloud? We came here to wait for Silas to recover, so what’s the plan now?”
Now, I need to get my hands on etherium. “Tomorrow morning, we’ll leave to find another place to lay low until I find a way to contact the black market dealer I’m looking for. He’s notoriously difficult to trace.”
Everett studies me. “I have connections. They may know who you’re looking for.”
“Big fucking surprise that the
Frost has shady connections,” Bael scoffs. “I bet your family practically owns the black market.”
“So what if they do? Connections come in handy.”
The elemental turns back to me, trying to adjust my torn sweatshirt to better cover me. When that fails, he slips out of his bulky coat and wraps me in it. It’s not warm coming straight from his body, but his soft mint scent clinging to it soothes me.
“Tracking the dealer can wait until tomorrow. Let’s finish this
—” Everett pulls a face at the motionless, one-eyed Undead. “So we can get back to our actual date.”
His squeamishness about the Undead is too funny not to tease. “This is our actual date. So far, it’s the best date I’ve ever been on. Maybe we should invite our Undead friend to join us.”
“Gross. Stop it.”
“Taking him home is the least we can do after raising him from the dead.”
“
Stop. You know it’s freaking me out, Oakley,” he grumbles.
“Is that a no to inviting him into bed? You could all have a fivesome while I watch.”
Everett gags and throws his hands in the air, turning to stalk away. “That’s it, you two deal with her. I’m going to go puke.”
I burst into laughter, and then gasp when I’m immediately hauled up against Baelfire. He cradles me against his toasty-warm chest and nuzzles the side of my neck. I can feel his smile against my skin.
“Holy shit, I love your laugh. Just love everything about you.”
Mayday, mayday—that word is being tossed around way too fucking much tonight. It makes my chest tight, and my stomach twists into knots.
Again, I desperately try to ignore it and look over at Silas as I wrap my arms around Baelfire’s neck.
“Send Gibbons to wait anywhere near the Divide in Maine.”
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