Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
But one I’m proud of.
I kiss Maven’s forehead, using one of my straitjacket sleeves to wipe gasoline and soot from her pretty face. “One less thing to threaten our quintet. I’m fine, Snowdrop.”
She studies me for a moment before her lips curl up slightly. “I was right. Angry Everett is definitely a sight to behold.”
Crypt finally steps out of Limbo into the frozen penthouse, letting Baelfire stumble into one of the nearby walls. The Nightmare Prince immediately stoops to pick up those godsdamned fingers that he apparently dropped before turning and offering them to Maven, entirely earnest as he gazes at her hopefully.
“Forgive me now, love?”
I gag at the sight of the bloody fingers this disturbed freak is pretending are flowers. Meanwhile, Maven’s lips twitch like she’s charmed and trying not to smile.
“We’ll talk about that later,” she tells him, not that I know what she’s talking about. “More importantly, you took Baelfire into Limbo again. Is he?—“
“I’m fine,” Baelfire reassures us. “I closed my eyes, so it probably didn’t fuck up my head more than it already is.”
I turn my face toward him in surprise. When I do, the shifter gets an eyeful of my face for the first time since he went feral. His golden eyes get round with surprise.
“Holy shit, your face is so fucking?—“
I hold up a hand, not in the mood to deal with his big, fat mouth. “You have thirty seconds to get all comments about my face out of your system. If you say another word after that, I’ll freeze your tongue, snap it off, and shove it up your ass.”
Crypt grins, pointing at me with one of the dismembered fingers. “Good gods! Is this a version of Frost I could actually get on with?”
Baelfire raises his brows, glancing at the others. “Someone’s cranky.”
“We’re all cranky,” Silas snaps nearby, startling everyone. He’s sitting with his back against a wall now, rubbing his temples before swatting at nothing once again. “I’m with Everett. I’d rather not listen to you crack amateur jokes about his complexion for however long we manage to live.”
“Yeah, yeah.
Chill out about your face, Frosty,” Baelfire jokes, slapping my shoulder good-naturedly. “It’s better this way, anyway. Makes you look less like the assfaced douchebag I just took care of for you.”
I pause, a new realization setting in. “Wait. Did you do that to protect me, or was it your dragon?”
“You think my dragon gives a single flying fuck about you? Nah, that moron would’ve pushed you out the window and then jumped himself,” he snorts. “Brains aren’t his strong suit.”
“Remind me what other moron just jumped out a window sans plan,” Crypt drawls pointedly.
“Oh, come on. I knew you’d jump out a window for me anytime, buddy,” the shifter teases.
Baelfire just saved my life. On purpose.
That’s weird, but I guess no weirder than Crypt rescuing the oversized lizard.
When I notice that Maven is quietly grinning at us, I sigh.
“I know what you’re thinking, but it’s not because?—“
“It is absolutely because you’re all a bunch of fucking softies,” she inserts. “Incredibly sexy softies, but softies nonetheless.”
Crypt huffs at that idea, as displeased as ever at the thought of getting along with us, but then he looks at me seriously. He looks almost…sad. “My condolences, Frost. Heidi deserved better.”
Bael frowns. “Who’s Heidi?”
“Frost’s sister,” Crypt supplies easily.
“
What?” Silas and Baelfire ask in synchrony, both askance.
“Hold the fucking phone. You mean, there’s another Frost running around out there?” Baelfire adds, looking between all of us with wide gold eyes, like that idea is horrible.
“Not anymore,” I say, my voice suddenly too thick for the words to sound right. “Heidi isn’t—
wasn’t a normal legacy. If my parents sent her away, she’s?—“
I cut off, turning to stare at Crypt as the entire conversation with my father replays in my head. I know for a fact that neither of us said her name out loud. Frost spreads further up my arms as I take a step toward him.
“Crypt. How the hell did you know my sister’s name?” I demand.
He absentmindedly rubs the place where they previously had a syringe in his neck. His markings light up repeatedly, his gaze drifting to the broken window.
“Suppose that ginger mercenary is still alive?”
He’s clearly trying to brush off this topic. Not about to let him, I test my powers again for the first time, raising a hand. A blunt shard of ice appears, jutting out from the floor and sending Crypt crashing into the wall. Before I can pin him there and demand how he knew about my sister, something big and way too fucking warm slams into my side.
Suddenly,
I’m the one pinned to the wall by a very annoyed Baelfire.
“Don’t hurt Crypt right now,” he snaps. “He can’t take it.”
What the hell? “When did you start caring so much about that psychopath?”
Silas pipes up from where he sits on the floor, watching as he rocks himself. “What Baelfire means to say is that even more than the rest of us, Crypt is fragile at the moment.”
The Nightmare Prince is more insulted than I’ve ever seen as he straightens from the wall to glower at the three of us. “
Fragile? Need I remind you, I’m half actual monster, so you can piss right off, you fucking?—“
His markings light up again. Pain crosses his face as his legs give out, but Maven reacts faster than any of us. She’s immediately cradling his upper half on her lap on the ground, emotion raw on her face as she watches Crypt squeeze his eyes shut. He spasms and grits his teeth like his entire body hurts, sweat beading on his face.
The grief, anger, and tension drop from my shoulders as I realize the incubus is finally starting to get what he worked so hard to achieve while our keeper was gone.
And Maven is trying not to cry, because she knows it, too.
Seeing my strong, resilient keeper on the verge of tears is a sign of how much she’s actually struggling with our curses. It rips my fucking heart out.
“Damn you, Crypt,” I sigh, striding toward the elevator.
“Where are you going, Scarface?” Baelfire demands.
Throwing my arm back, I don’t have to look to know I just froze his mouth shut successfully. “To hopefully find Douglas still breathing so we can transport out of this shithole.”
SILAS
Fortunately for us, the leprechaun was still alive, and Everett found everything that was confiscated from us.
Unfortunately for me, my curse grew severe enough to take me in and out of consciousness until we returned to Everbound. Even now, back in our quintet apartment for the first time in six months, standing under the warm spray of a shower washing away all the gasoline and horrors of the day, I feel the madness crawling over my limbs like wet, hairy, long-legged spiders.
They bite and crawl and spin their vindictive, cruel webs all over my flesh until I scramble out of the water, scratching furiously at my skin as I try to catch my breath.
Blood, a voice in my head suggests.
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