Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
“Hang on,” Everett frowns. “Amato? As in, Pietro Amato?”
“Oh yeah. Bet you know all about him, don’t you, Gorgeous?” Eisha purrs, checking out my increasingly uncomfortable, fidgeting elemental in a way that makes my teeth grit. “Your dad helped make the decision to execute him, after all. Fucking devils, I see now why all the humans drool over you so much. You’re pretty enough to stick on a Popsicle and lick right?—“
I flip the knife smoothly to slice across the side of Eisha’s face, leaving a long cut that begins oozing black blood immediately. She rears back with a snarl, cupping the new injury that will definitely leave a haggard scar.
“Don’t look at him again,” I warn her, letting my voice drop to deadly levels. “And if you make one more passing remark about any of my men, I will cut those horns off of your fucking head and strangle you with your own spine.”
“Aww,” Bael coos behind me. “Did you guys hear that?
Her men. I love when she gets all murderous and sappy.” A searing glare quickly replaces his happy grin as he looks back at Eisha. “But to be clear, my mate will absolutely fuck you up, so keep your beady little eyes off the merchandise.”
Do I finally get to mutilate Melchom for slighting you, darling? Crypt checks through the bond, his purple gaze imploring as he looks at me.
I’ll ensure you get to savor his screaming as long as you like.
So thoughtful.
Silas smirks.
Why is it unsurprising that you aren’t being sarcastic, sangfluir
?
I glance at Everett, getting back to the topic at hand. “What the fuck does the founder of the Reformists have to do with me?”
Eisha laughs as she recovers, wiping dark blood off her hand onto her leather pants. “You mean you don’t know? You’re Amato’s kid.”
MAVEN
I stare at the demoness.
“You’re the whole reason he started the movement in the first place—and now I fucking get why! Quite the scent on her, huh? Told you so, shitface,” Eisha adds as Melchom and the twins sniff the air around us.
Melchom looks baffled. “Devils and dicks! I swear on your cheating little sluthole that she didn’t smell like this the last time I was around her.”
He inhales deeply again.
“Stop sniffing my mate,” Baelfire snaps, baring his teeth.
I ignore their weird tangent about my smell, still focused on Eisha’s words. “You’re mistaken. My parents were killed slowly and brutally in the surge before the liches took me away.”
The demoness snorts and motions for us to follow them to the tables, scooting them around until we can sit. At least, some of us sit. There aren’t enough chairs in this little restaurant, so Bael and Crypt stand behind us, and Everett and Silas sit on either side of me. Eisha takes the seat opposite the table. The other demons go to order food from the very distracted employee who apparently hasn’t noticed anything odd going on here.
Eisha examines me, shaking her head. “Infernal hells, I can’t believe that man was telling the truth. Told him he was a horny fucking dreamer, but here you are.”
“Your vague answers test my patience. Once again, both my parents died.”
She smirks. “Nah. Sure as sin, you’re Pietro Amato’s daughter, kid. You would’ve been only two years old when they dragged you away, so you can’t remember your parents—let alone them dying. Meaning all you know is what the chumps in the Nether told you, isn’t that right?”
That’s…true.
I frown, considering the possibility that my parents somehow survived the surge Dagon told me about. “What makes you so sure that I’m his kid?”
The other demons return to the table with multiple heaping plates of chicken, some kind of meat wrapped in bread, other steaming dishes, and sodas.
Eisha pushes a plate toward me.
I push it back.
“It’s not from your personality, I can tell you that much! Bet you got that shit from your mother.” She laughs and shakes her head, taking a whopping bite of chicken and nodding at my quintet, careful not to look at them again. “Do they want some?”
“I mean, if you’re offering—” Bael starts.
Crypt elbows him hard.
“No. We buy our own roadkill,” Everett says, watching with obvious disgust as the twins chow down like they’ve been starved for decades.
Eisha shrugs and smiles at me. “Listen, telum. Your dad was one hell of a guy.”
Hang on a second. “If you’re about to tell me you fucked him, I’ll vomit on your food.”
She bursts into riotous laughter, as do the other three demons.
“Oh, fuck, no,” Eisha wipes away a tear finally, shaking her head. “Amato was pussy-whipped by your mom like none other. If you ask me, that’s partly why he was so obsessed with getting you back from the Nether—he said you were the spitting image of her. Poor guy was determined to be the best dad in the whole damned world. Wanted to bring you up like a fucking princess all on his own.”
That answers that question.
No mother. Dead, or left us before I was taken.
“And somehow, he got along with your type?” I check, glancing at the demons. I’m not sure the twins can speak. Some demons don’t get the hang of human tongues very well.
“He was much more open-minded than most humans,” Eisha nods.
She offers me chicken again, more insistently, like it’s bugging her that I’m not eating. This time, Silas takes it from her and tosses it over his shoulder to drive the point home.
The demoness snorts. “You know, at first, we demons thought Amato was a damned idiot. Fucking soft, that guy. Used to be some hotshot doctor, and he cared about everyone and everything—would give a stranger the shirt off his back if he thought it would help ’em. Always down for a chat about feelings, morals, life’s purpose, bettering the world?—“
“He sounds exhausting.”
“Yes, thank you!” she cackles. “That’s exactly what I told the fucker. Honestly, he drove us batty, but he wasn’t nearly as bad as most mortals. Even better, he was down to try any kind of shady shit to get you back. Blood tracing, necromantic rituals, soul-scrying—you name it, he tried it all for seven fucking years.
That guy was so hells-bent on getting you back that I finally strong-armed him into telling me why. And you know what he said to me?”
I arch a brow expectantly.
“‘My daughter is my whole world. Without her, this one holds no meaning,
‘” Eisha recites dramatically, following it with a harsh laugh and sipping her soda loudly. “And then he went on to spin what I thought was the most ridiculous fucking tall tale I’d ever heard, going on about how oh-so-special you were. ‘Course, now I get that he wasn’t pulling my tail.”
I wonder if she’s talking about me being a saint. That’s still not a can of worms I’m ready to open, so I tip my head.
“But you never met my mother?”
“Nah, I never had the displeasure. From what I hear, she didn’t run in the same circles as your father for what little time she was around. A real career woman—and not nearly as open-minded as Amato was about most shit, let alone about demons.”
I speak telepathically only to Everett.
So, your father helped vote to execute my supposed father. The more I learn about your parents, the more I’m not looking forward to meeting them.
Dear gods, no. They don’t deserve to meet you. Not to mention, they have some psychotic urge to win the telum over to be manipulated however they see fit. Baelfire wasn’t kidding about them being a nightmare.
Then he pauses.
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