Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
The incubus grins and guides Maven toward the bathroom. “Cleaning up our girl.”
Lucky fucking bastard.
MAVEN
“Maven Whatever-Your-Middle-Name-Is Oakley,” Kenzie’s voice crackles from my phone.
It seems loud. I’m pretty sure that means it’s on speakerphone again, but since I have no idea how to fix the damn thing, I adjust on Baelfire’s lap so it won’t be so loud in his ear.
“Kenzie Something Baird,” I reply, unsure why we’re doing fake full names.
We’re in the spacious middle row of a vehicle Everett painstakingly picked out from some rental place in Kenzie’s hometown. It’s the nicest car I’ve ever been in. Silas is driving while Everett is in the passenger seat, frowning at messages on a phone he bought before we left Nebraska.
I’d insisted on Silas feeding on me to heal my ice elemental’s shoulder before we left. He only took the barest amount, but at least the worst of the wolf bite is gone.
Crypt is sprawled out, lounging in the back row that he has all to himself, watching the wilderness pass by outside as he plays with his lighter. I’ve kept note of how often his markings light up. It’s far less than it was before we bonded, which makes no sense. Del Mar’s death should have caused more surges at the Divide, which should be affecting Limbo like crazy.
Unless…maybe being bonded to me is somehow helping.
I check out the window at the endless green pine trees powdered with snow. I don’t know where we are now, but I do know I’m starting to get hungry after the long nap I took earlier.
“Girl, updates,” Kenzie demands, drawing my attention again. “Now. Or else I’ll be forced to start stalking you.”
“Nope. Position’s already taken,” Crypt calls from the back.
The lioness shifter sighs. “Speakerphone again, huh, monk?”
“I hate technology.”
“You know, somehow, I think it hates you more. But anyway, congrats on taking out that hydra weirdo. I never liked him—that forked tongue licking his eyeball sometimes?
Major ick.”
I frown, glancing at Baelfire to see if he knows how Kenzie knows about my recent kill. He shrugs and returns to contentedly nuzzling the side of my neck.
Being engulfed in his big, warm arms like this makes me feel strangely dainty and pampered. Even though Everett fussed about us not wearing seatbelts, I’ve thoroughly enjoyed this car ride so far.
Especially because I can feel how thick and hard my shifter’s erection is in his pants. I’m tempted to grind against it but restrain myself so as not to derail our trip—because I’m positive Silas will pull over if I initiate anything.
I could move to my own seat to avoid any sexy distractions…but anytime we go over a big bump, he groans softly, and that’s just too fucking delicious to give up.
“How did you know?” I ask Kenzie, getting back to the topic at hand.
“Well…it’s kind of all over the news. Along with a very hardcore picture of you at the scene of the crime. They didn’t really censor much.”
I expected as much. Whichever bounty hunter leaked the photo, I’m sure the Legacy Council is pissed.
“The world is losing its fucking mind about one of the Immortal Quintet members dying, and the Legacy Council is still telling legacies to keep a lid on everything because they don’t know the full situation themselves, and…ugh, it’s a mess,” Kenzie groans. “Not to mention, the Divide saw a huge spike in surges several hours ago. They say it’s starting to spread inland, so there’ve been even more evacuation orders along the East Coast.”
“Shit,” I grimace.
“Don’t feel bad!” Kenzie protests. “I mean, maybe feel a teeny bit bad because this is terrifying for the humans, and more shadow fiends are getting into the mortal world and shit—but that aside, you’re doing it for a good cause. A
great cause. Those poor humans in the Nether deserve to live actual lives free in the mortal realm, so I support you all the way.”
“At this point, I’m beginning to wonder what I would have to do to get you to stop supporting me so unconditionally,” I joke.
She giggles. “I mean, I guess if you went all berserker and killed someone in my quintet or family, I’d get pretty damn pissy.”
Oh.
Shit. I still haven’t told her about killing Luka’s brother.
Baelfire senses my tension and pulls away with a frown. “You okay, Mayflower?”
I nod quickly, changing the subject. “Anyway…how are you?”
Kenzie gushes for a while about how the holidays were perfect with her family and how her quintet is incredible.
“I mean—we’re all still really hoping that we find our caster at the next seeking,” she sighs. “I know it’s almost a year away, but it feels like we’re just…”
“Incomplete?”
“Yeah. I don’t know how to explain it. I can’t get enough of my quintet, and we’re all crazy about each other, but the dynamic just isn’t perfectly right, somehow. Deep down, we all know it’s because someone isn’t here with us.”
Looking back at the Seeking now, I am so fucking glad that all my matches were there. What lucky timing—especially considering the slight differences in our ages.
I frown. Come to think of it, all of us being there simultaneously was suspiciously serendipitous.
Unbidden, Del Mar’s comments about the gods playing a game with my “orchestrated life” replay in my mind. Between the Seeking and now my quintet being bound to me against all odds…
What game are the gods playing, exactly?
“You’ll find your caster,” I comfort Kenzie, focusing again on the conversation.
“Gods, I hope so,” she huffs petulantly.
Meanwhile, Silas turns off the main road and stops at a run-down gas station, which seems to double as a small, chicken-themed restaurant.
Everett makes a face. “Here?”
“Unfortunately for your fine sensibilities, the nearest country club is well over a hundred miles away,” Silas replies dryly. “Deal with it because we need gasoline.”
“Fine, but we’re not getting food here. I am not letting them serve Maven deep-fried roadkill scraped off the fucking freeway.”
Kenzie overhears Silas and Everett bickering. “Oh—do you need to go?”
“Possibly.”
My stomach growls loudly. Baelfire promptly scoops me up, leaving the car to walk me toward the gas station. Seriously, this gorgeous shifter needs to learn that I have two highly functional legs.
“I’ll call you again soon. Or better yet, call me,” Kenzie says brightly. “I really do worry about you, May.”
“I worry about you, too,” I admit. “And I will.”
We say goodbye before I pat Bael’s shoulder. “Down, boy.”
He smirks. “What will my reward be?”
Feeling impish, I lean up to whisper in his ear. “Be a good pet and put me down, and I’ll have you crawling for me later. Behave yourself extra well, and I’ll let you come wherever you want.”
He halts, groaning hoarsely and dropping his head back. “Godsdamn it. I really can’t walk around in public with this erection, Boo.”
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