Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
“Don’t call yourself that,” Frost cuts in, irritated.
“What I’m trying to say is, if you four have people you completely trust, and you tell them about this, it may be a good thing. If people are willing to help them, I’ll be grateful. But if you tell anyone who puts the humans in danger or tries to stop the exodus, I’ll kill that person without hesitating,” she adds.
“We’d expect nothing less,” Crane nods sagely.
They eat for a moment, and then Maven takes a deep breath, giving Frost a pointed look.
“Okay. In the interest of treating you guys like a quintet the way you deserve, you should know that I believe Natalya is in Baltimore. Engela says her etherium life link is inside a choker necklace.”
I smile, excited at the idea of bringing down the temperamental spoiled bitch who I’ve loathed for so long. “When shall we go after her, darling?”
Maven pushes around the eggs on her plate. “Let’s wait a couple more days. After New Year’s, maybe.” She peeks up at us. “Is it silly that I want to spend more time as a quintet before all hell breaks loose?”
Decimus visibly melts, pulling her into his arms with a bright smile. “Fuck, no. That’s the best idea I’ve heard in a while.”
“Because it’s mine.”
Crane cracks a smile at her endearing confidence. “Is there a particular feeling that makes you want to spend time with us?”
“Maybe that dreaded L-word,” I hint, grinning as I catch on.
Maven scowls, breaking out of Decimus’s arms to confront us. “Oh, my gods. You know what? Fine. Let’s get this over with. Yes, okay?”
“Yes, what?” Frost arches a brow.
“I obviously caught feelings. Happy?”
Crane tuts. “
Sangluir, our declarations have been far more romantic. Try expressing how you feel again.”
Maven throws a grape at him. “The way I feel about you four is like…” She pauses, finding the right words. “It’s like death.”
Frost coughs. “Ouch. Death? Really?”
She nods, dark eyes solemn. “It’s dark, consuming, inevitable, and…frightening, if I’m being honest.”
I smile. What an apt description. I understand the sentiment completely.
Decimus laughs. “Of course, you would make something so cute sound so macabre. Are you saying we scare you, Boo?”
“No. The things I would do to keep you four scare me.”
I think we all melt this time.
Gods above, what an enchanting keeper I have. She returns to eating like that’s the last thing she will ever say on this matter, and the others happily return to their food.
Except, strangely, Decimus.
He goes from looking pleased to looking at me in pained panic, gripping the side of his head. I barely have time to register the blue flames licking at the inside of his skin and how his eyes have shifted before I leap forward, pulling him into Limbo just in time.
Heat explodes around me. I grit my teeth as my skin catches fire. The dragon’s roar is warped, echoing in Limbo as the beast completes its shift and writhes, unable to withstand this plane of existence.
I finish patting out the flames on my arms and stomach before drifting up to grab the shrieking dragon by one of his horns. Thank the gods that the laws of physics in my domain are so different from the mortal realm because, just as the last time he lost control, I’m able to guide the agonized beast through the walls and far out into the mountainous woods.
I only release him once I know we’re far enough that he won’t be a threat to the others.
But when we emerge from Limbo, the beast flops onto its massive, scaly side. It’s breathing heavily, smoke rising from its nostrils.
“Fucking dragon,” I mutter.
It’s good I fed on Maven’s dreams before getting to the fun part last night. It means my skin heals from the burns as I wait, watching the idiot dragon to make sure he recovers.
Minutes pass.
He doesn’t get up.
Godsdamn it. If I just destroyed Decimus’s mind by mistake, I’m not sure Maven will ever forgive me.
MAVEN
“Don’t eat the meat, Gideon.”
Eyes are on us. Slick, inhuman, carnivorous leers fill the colorless stone dining hall, which is littered with bones.
I can feel him watching us.
He’s here, in this foggy, horrible recollection—I can feel the coldness spreading in my chest. His presence draws me deeper, clinging to my soul like oil, twisting and smothering what little remains of me.
“Why not? I’m so hungry. They never feed us enough.”
Young Gideon reaches for the heaping platter just as the other remaining contenders have. They’re lifting their knives and forks, licking their lips.
Why is Gideon reaching for it? Doesn’t he see what’s going on?
I can’t move. Shadows flood my chest, suffocating me as I fight for clarity. I know what they’re doing to us, just like I know now why Olivia didn’t meet me after training yesterday, as she’s done for months.
She got caught.
“Stop,”
I try to warn again, sickness crawling up my throat as I watch his fingers close around a thick cut. “
You can’t. It’s not an animal, it’s—“
A cool hand brushes against my face. My eyes fly open as I jolt, gasping for air.
Blinking away the lingering nightmare takes a moment, and my stomach is still churning when I realize Silas, Everett, and Crypt are all gathered around me on the bed. In the dimness of the room, I can make out that they all look horrified and angry.
Possibly because moisture is trickling over my cheeks.
Damn it. Now I’m even more sick to my stomach. I fucking hate crying in front of anyone.
I sit up, quickly swiping at my face.
Crypt swears, his voice a frustrated rasp. “I was forcefully removed from your subconscious again, love. Forgive me, I couldn’t?—“
“It’s fine. I’m good.” I breathe out slowly to dispel the lingering nausea.
“You were whispering don’t eat the meat over and over,” Everett says quietly, his soothingly cold hands brushing hair out of my face. “What were you dreaming about?”
I mean to tell them it’s nothing, but words pour out before I can stop them. “When I was twelve, Amadeus learned one of the human girls in the citadel was trying to befriend me. She’s the one who stole Pierce and gifted it to me. As punishment, he…”
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