Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee

She squeals and claps like her day has just been made. “Okay, shoot.” My face feels hot, and I fidget with my gloves. “Don’t laugh at me.” “I’ll totally laugh if it’s funny.” That’s fair. “Is it normal to want to lick abs?” Kenzie blinks. Then she bursts into the dreaded laughter. “Oh my gods!…

Someone knocks on Maven’s bedroom door. “You ready, Raincloud? Class starts soon. Tell Stalker Boy to back the fuck off so you can eat before we go.” I sigh wistfully when Maven dries off, dresses, and leaves without a word. I know she’s not mad at me for asking, but she loathes talking about her…

Before I can ask how she knows that, she glances pointedly at the windows, which are once again icing over. I clench my teeth and sit in my office chair, intending to get this conversation over with so I can regain some illusion of control. But all ideas of getting myself under control fly out…

“What can I get for you? Would sparkling water help? I have Tums. And some other human medicine that might help. Or if you want something else, like a potion, I’ll go find Silas and?—“ “Do all faculty apartments look like this?” she interrupts, brows raised at my apartment. “No, I paid for professional designers…

My poor, sunshiney shifter looks miserable, his shoulders slumping. “My dragon is fucking awful right now. I don’t even know what thoughts are mine and which are his. I just…” His nostrils flare, his gaze darting down the hall. We all follow where he’s looking and see a random group of legacies chatting and heading…

Kenzie looks up with a grin. “If someone’s staring at Maven, it’s probably because she’s so pretty.” Luka makes a face. “I can’t tell if you’re kidding. No offense, it’s just she’s kind of bland and?—“ “Close your mouth. If you ever open it around me again, you’ll learn what your innards taste like,” Crypt…

Wait. Did Everett just insinuate that he’s…falling in love with me? I stare at him, unable to process that. The others have said they want me, crave me, need me…all of that, I can approach practically or at least from a carnal standpoint, and it makes sense. But this? I’m lost. I’m too fucked up…

“Fuck off,” I say at the same time as Baelfire. “I haven’t had a chance to see how you are in combat,” she goes on, folding her arms as she glowers up at Crypt. “But if you can lose an ear, you can lose much worse.” I must be missing yet another thing because I…

“Not happening. I need to shower. I’m sweaty.” It’s the lamest possible excuse, but there it is. My strongest defense, ladies and gentlemen. “Maven,” Silas says again, stopping beside us and frowning at her. “Curfew starts soon. Let’s go.” “I’ll stay with Everett.” My heart lurches right up into my throat, and I snap, “No,…

I hesitate. Should I tell her this? It may only upset her. “Set on?” “Decimus,” I mutter. Her eyes widen in shocked outrage. I was right. This is upsetting her, so I hurry to finish and get it over with. “He was eight years old at the time and drew too much attention as the…