Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
Crypt tries to flip him off but ends up coughing hoarsely, gritting his teeth. Incubi are supposed to heal as fast as shifters, but since his body isn’t healing, it must mean he needs to feed ASAP.
I overheard Crypt and Maven talking. I know he’s basically in charge of Limbo. The others don’t know, but they should—we might not like each other, but we’re still a quintet.
I hesitate, not sure if I should spill on his curse. Ever since we were young, I’ve always hated Crypt DeLune. He was cruel and way too much like a full-blooded monster. He had no empathy, emotions, or any redeeming qualities.
At least, that’s what I’d thought.
Now I know he was watching out for me in his own fucked-up way. He’s still a creep, but…I owe him. Hell, I can even say I respect him. Partly for the way he had my back before I knew I needed it, but mostly because it’s clear he would do anything for Maven.
We all would, and we all know it. Which is why Silas doesn’t say a word as he starts patching up the incubus he’s spent years hating far more than I ever did.
As expected, Everett doesn’t let Crypt off easily. “Where did you go?”
“Caroling.”
“Spit it the fuck out, DeLune,” the elemental demands.
“You will mind your tone with me.”
That prick is going to fight this tooth and nail, but it’s time to clear the air.
“He went to deal with shit happening in Limbo. That’s his curse. He’s the steward of the dream realm, so he has to deal with wisps and shades before they can affect the mortal plane of existence,” I explain.
Crypt levels me with a murderous look. At least, he tries. It misses some of its heat because the fucker is missing an eye, and he’s in no condition to try picking a fight with me.
“Breathe one more word, Decimus, and?—“
“Yeah, yeah, I know. You’ll give me bad dreams, snack on my madness, tie my organs into a bow, blah, blah, blah. Threaten me all you fucking want, but they need to know because obviously, your curse is getting shittier just like the rest of ours.”
I recap what I learned about Crypt’s curse. Silas continues to heal him with blood magic, pricking his fingers periodically as he works. When I’m done, the incubus glowers at nothing in particular, and the others are quiet.
Everett shuffles, rubbing the back of his neck. “If it’s getting worse as the Divide weakens…I mean, if there’s a way we could help?—“
“Offering to let me feed you three to the shades, are you?” Crypt’s voice is dark and angry. “I was fantasizing about doing just that anyway.”
“At least now we all know one another’s curses,” Silas mutters, wiping his bloody hands off on Crypt’s shredded sweatshirt. “Or rather, your three remaining curses. It’s good to know yours doesn’t put Maven at risk like Everett’s.”
Everett glances down the hall. I can faintly overhear Maven in the other room, patiently waiting for her friend to finish a long rant about awkward family dinners.
I consider what Silas said for a long moment before sighing. “You know what? All curses suck ass, but Snowflake’s actually could end up taking my mate away from me. Then I’d have to roast him alive, only it would be a million times less enjoyable. So…maybe we should try to get him bonded to her next.”
Everett blinks at me in surprise, his pale blue eyes guarded. “Why would you suggest that? What’s in it for you?”
“Maven’s safety,” Crypt mutters, closing his eyes. Which is good because his missing one is finally trying to regenerate at a snail’s pace, and it was fucking nauseating to look at. “In other words, the only thing that really matters.”
We all nod in agreement.
I sigh. “All right. Theory-sharing time.”
No one says shit.
“Stalker Boy, you go first,” I suggest.
Crypt peeks his nasty semi-healed eyeball at me. “Personally, I think it’s because of something called gohf.”
“Gohf?”
“Yes. As in, gohfuck yourself, you loose-lipped lizard.
“
I rub my face. “Motherfucker, I swear?—“
“Here’s my theory,” Everett interrupts, rubbing frost off his fingertips. “I think Maven might be a saint.”
I burst into laughter. “Yeah, you’ve obviously never been with our Angel of Death in bed because, let me tell you, there is nothing saintly about the way she takes control.
Gods, she is so fucking hot when she gets all dominant.”
I adjust my semi as I try to push the mouthwatering image of Maven taking my cock for the first time out of my head.
Everett’s cheekbones darken a few shades, but he shakes his head. “Will you shut up and focus? What I meant is I think she’s a literal saint. Someone selected by one of the gods as a baby to work miracles on their behalf. Think about it—only the gods can bind legacy hearts together, so they must have had a hand in this. They blessed Maven and Silas’s bond. Not to mention, Maven is…kind of in my personal prophecy. I think she was selected as a saint by Arati.”
That’s the queen of Paradise and the goddess of a bunch of shit like passion, fire, love, warfare…combat.
And it’s true that my mate really fucking loves a good fight.
“It’s a valid theory,” Silas admits, finally stepping away from Crypt.
Crypt hums. “Or she bonded with Silas because he used a large amount of his power on her. Perhaps there is something in our abilities which links us to her.”
I frown. “You chow down on her dreams all the time. Wouldn’t you have bonded with her already with that logic?”
“I haven’t permanently marked her psyche as that of my muse. Yet,” he tacks on softly, flexing his now-healed arm. “The ceremony takes great power, which may trigger the bond. I plan on asking her permission soon.”
In a way, his theory also seems reasonable. But it’s way too complicated.
“You’re all overthinking it,” I shrug confidently. “Pretty sure Maven bonded with Silas first because he’s the one who technically fucked her first—and he’s been the most intimate with her overall.”
Silas rolls his eyes. “Your theory centers around sex. No surprise there.” He paused, considering. “Although…perhaps it is that simple.”
“Let’s test that theory first,” the Nightmare Prince agrees, finally sitting up and arching his brows at Everett.
The ice elemental turns bright red as we all smirk at him expectantly.
“Absolutely fucking not. I’m not having sex with Maven just to try to break my curse. That is not how it’s happening.”
“It’s not about breaking your curse for you, dickhead. This isn’t about you—it’s about keeping her safe since you’re clearly already whipped like the rest of us,” I point out. “What if your cockblock curse catches up tomorrow, and we lose her just like that?” I snap my fingers to illustrate my point. “None of us know if a metaphysical killing curse would be permanent on her. How the fuck are you going to live with yourself if it is?”
He flinches, shoulders slumping as he looks away. “Believe me, it’s all I’ve been able to think about. Stupid curse is taking its time, though. It’s supposed to kill anyone I fall in love with, and…honestly, I’m pretty sure I fell for her the second I saw her on that stage.”
I get it. I was ready to burn the world for my mate, even when I only knew her scent.
Crypt tests his recovering eye. “Hearing you get sappy makes me wish the shades finished me off. If we’re testing this theory first, don’t fuck it up. Maven deserves no less than unparalleled pleasure after all she’s been through, so make that your priority.”
“I know that,” Everett snaps.
“Don’t rush things,” I add. “And if you’re having trouble finding her clit, try?—“
“Will you shut up already?” the red-faced professor scowls. “Just because I haven’t participated doesn’t mean I haven’t seen plenty of sex. My first year as a student at Everbound was spent getting invited to every fucking orgy. I did a lot of watching and learning.”
“Perv,” I joke.
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