Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
Searching the entire house takes twenty minutes. During that time, five more security team members either return or show up for their shift, only to join the heady buzz coursing through my system—which is convenient since it takes a hell of a lot of destructive magic to break into the enchanted safe Del Mar had hiding under one of the guest beds upstairs.
I grab the little etherium ring, yawning as I drag myself back down the stairs to the pool room littered with corpses. I crouch beside Del Mar and wait.
And wait.
Really, I should just kill the son of a bitch right now. I could destroy the etherium ring before he wakes up and then return to my guys.
But I want a few words with this monster first.
Del Mar’s eyes flutter, his gaze whited out for a moment as his neck wound begins to seal itself. Before it heals completely, I stick my gloved index finger through the remaining hole so when he comes to, he chokes and struggles, hissing at the pain.
I wait until his gaze returns to normal, and he glares at me. Once I know he’s paying attention, I poise Pierce above the etherium ring, driving it down hard to shatter the gods-given life link.
The monster screams.
Gods. Such a wonderful sound.
Now that he’s unable to link back to life using the etherium, I smile at the seething immortal.
“Tell me where the psychic bitch is.”
Del Mar’s growl rumbles through my finger as he tries to fight, but he’s still too weakened from the lingering effects of the nightshade root powder.
“Sent by good old Amadeus, were you?” He spits, choking slightly when I wiggle my finger to see him wince. “I will not tell you where my keeper?—“
“Don’t, then,” I shrug nonchalantly. “Engela already told me where she is, anyway.”
He bares sharp teeth. “Engela would not know, that damned traitor. We entrusted her with nothing—she was far too weak and easy to manipulate. Wherever she says Natalya is, it’s entirely wrong.”
“So she’s not in Baltimore?”
I see the grimace slip through his attempted composure.
I nod. “Thanks for confirming that. Now, I have a question for you because as evil as you are, you’re also clever. You know exactly what I am, and you know mine is the last face you’ll see in this lifetime. Unless you want me to draw this out, answer me. How can a revenant outlive a failed purpose?”
In other words…how the hell can I stay with them?
He laughs harshly, but it comes out strangled. “You’re pathetic.”
“You know, I’ve always wanted to dissect an eye still attached to a functioning brain,” I say in a chatty tone, withdrawing the silver knife from his shoulder and poising it beside his eye as a warning.
Del Mar hisses. “For a revenant like you to draw out your failed, inferior existence, you would need the direct blessing of Galene, the goddess of life herself. Or perhaps if some other deity took pity on a creature like you?—“
He cuts off abruptly as he inhales, nostrils flaring. Then a hideously wet-sounding laugh rasps up his damaged throat, and his cloudy yellow eyes grow distant.
“I might’ve known. What an elegant reckoning.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I demand.
Del Mar’s sneer is ugly. “This game the gods play, and your orchestrated existence. I’ve had enough of this. End me, telum.”
“I’m not done asking questions.”
“You are, for you shall get nothing more from me.
And when your time comes soon enough, Sachar will judge you not by what you are but by what you have become. You shall rot for your crimes in the Beyond?—“
“
My crimes?”
I hook my finger further into the hydra shifter’s neck, twisting until he screams. Then I lean down to meet his pale, inhuman gaze so he misses none of this.
“We’re both monsters, so spare me the holier-than-thou bullshit. I know what your crimes are. Natalya may be the keeper, but you’re the brains. It was your fucking idea to send that troop of humans into the Nether—which means when you die in a few seconds, Sachar will judge you based on every death of those innocents for generations. They say some punishments in the Beyond are brutal—far more brutal than I could do here and now.”
I smile again, slowly, savoring the pain and fear in his eyes.
“Still. A bitch can try. This is for any part you had in my Nightmare Prince’s torment over the years.”
I cut out his forked tongue as he screams.
“And this is for putting a fucking collar on my mate.”
My anger builds as I shove his wriggling tongue down his throat, forcing him to choke on it. He starts to panic, coughing up more blood as he struggles to get air. I glare at him, pulling my finger from his neck as the rest of my long-pent-up vengeful fury roars in my ears.
“And this is for all the suffering, innocent humans in the Nether, you cowardly motherfucking son of a bitch.
“
I add an extra twist as I rip his heart out, just to add to his final agony.
For a moment, vengeance is sweet.
But when an unrivaled buzz of power floods through my system with searing potency, I drop his heart, clutching at my own chest. I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself despite the two powerful immortal life forces barely contained inside me.
Just when I think I’ve reached my limit, I hear them as if they’re far in the distance.
Maven,
Everett calls, panic saturating his telepathic voice.
Silas is close behind him.
Where the hell are you? Answer us. Now.
Relief at hearing their voices dulls the blistering power in my veins. I breathe out slowly, getting to my feet.
I’ll be back soon, I promise.
But where the fuck did you g
The front door of Del Mar’s safehouse slams open. I block my quintet out immediately, turning to face the next threat as a handful of bounty hunters rush into the room.
Hellhounds howl and snarl as they leap inside, but to my surprise, their masters order them to heel. When the hunters see the dead member of the Immortal Quintet, they shout and swear in alarm while they aim at me, moving as a well-oiled team to surround me. Their red lasers dance over my skin, centered on my head and chest.
One of the hunters snaps a picture of me on a cell phone. Great. I’m guessing that will be all over the news soon.
Oh, well. At least he captured me in my element, coated in blood with Pierce at the ready.
“Don’t move,” a dark-skinned fae woman orders. “Come quietly, and we won’t have to hurt you.”
I yawn again, the exhaustion starting to really set in as I squint at these bounty hunters. Gods help them, they just have no idea how not frightening they are. They could all shoot me at once right now, and I would still revive with plenty of time to slaughter them before they could possibly deliver me to the Legacy Council.
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