Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee

Just…nothing, Everett sends back, pulling at the neckline of his shirt like he’s flushed. “Nothing?” I huff, glaring at him. “We need to bring this up with her. “ Crypt’s purple gaze darts between us and he scowls impatiently. “Are you two asses talking just to each other now, or is our girl finally done…

“E—excuse me?” the starstruck acolyte says, approaching our table nervously. He dips his head respectfully at the wizard but turns quickly to Everett, eyes wide. “You’re the Everett Frost! I’m—gods, I’m a huge fan. I’m an atypical caster,” he adds almost sheepishly. “Grew up in New York, and my mom and I are both fashion…

I smirk. “Bullshit. If you really didn’t like them, you would have driven them insane years ago. Instead, you’ve watched their backs. Most people would call that touching.” He studies me, his lips curling up. “And what do you call it?” “Convenient. It means I don’t have to actually worry about you killing them or…

Not you, too. You cannot nickname me, I protest telepathically. Just call me Maven or Oakley like usual. As we discussed, your last name isn’t Oakley. For the last time, I will not be named after a motherfucking flower. But it’s symbolic. I put a lot of thought into it, unlike Baelfire with his ridiculous…

“As if you haven’t been melodramatically requesting that I pay you one final visit for months,” Silas says dryly before taking Maven’s hand. “ Ima sangfluir, this is my mentor, the Garnet Wizard. Evidently also known as The Scarab.” Oh, shit. This is the Garnet Wizard? My mom’s always said that even though he can…

Females are not permitted within the Sanctuary except in extreme situations.” I gawk at the absolute stupidity of the words that just left his ugly face before turning to Silas. “So you grew up in a hidden compound of nerdy, sexist virgins who call women females? Talk about fucking primitive.” Silas shrugs as if he…

The lioness shifter sighs. “You’re forgiven, but only because you’re my favorite endearing, gloomy little not-human. Where are you, anyway? No, wait—don’t answer that. I probably shouldn’t know, just in case a bounty hunter shows up and tries to get the info out of me, right? Okay, instead, how about…how’s your quintet? How are things…

“There are fucking bullets in your stomach,” he seethes. I glance down and pick one out, flicking the bloodied metal away. My head spins since I’ve lost more blood than I anticipated, but I ignore it like I was trained to, just like I ignore the lingering waves of pain in my stomach and chest….

And again, far more concise than usual. Silas looks back at me, his expression intense. “The Scarab is…” His mouth moves, but his voice cuts off, and he huffs. “I know who we’re looking for and where to find him. I can do the transportation spell, but I’ll need to feed?—“ Before he’s finished speaking,…

Which just makes me want to pamper her sweet ass even more. After a few minutes of traveling through white nothingness, Maven slows, eyeing the emptiness in front of us. “Something is about to happen.” Silas nods. “We’re about to pass through the first wards once I use the key spell.” “What’s on the other…