Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee

How depraved are you? Very depraved. And very thirsty for my blood blossom in every way possible, especially if I get to watch her pleasured twice over at once. My slowly growing erection is proof of my desire. The shifter gasps, hand going to her chest. “ What? Oh, my sweet summer child. My innocent…

“ Dagon. I remember that name, from Crypt’s memories of Maven’s past nightmares. Recalling some of the horrors that obsessive necromancer inflicted on my blood blossom, I grit my teeth. Crypt sees my ire and nods, his own expression darkening. “When he caught wind of what became of her, he stole her heart from Amadeus…

Blood would fix this. Blood fixes everything. You need to strengthen yourself, my father agrees. All the world knows what you turned yourself into for that Undead harlot—and now they’ll come for you. They’ll slaughter you in your sleep. You must prepare yourself to use blood magic! I dig my fingers into my wet hair,…

I ignore him, knowing he won’t be able to resist his bone-deep instincts to take care of his “mate” now that I’ve brought up food. “Everett, make this room less godsdamned freezing so our keeper won’t catch hypothermia when I bring her back. Crypt, go get reverium from Limbo to ease your curse or I’ll…

Aside from searching for Crypt, I’ve spent months looking for my sister and worrying about what I would find. And my father must know it, because he has that gotcha look on his bleeding face. I narrow my eyes. “What about her?” The doors of the elevator ding softly, but I don’t take my eyes…

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…

“I know.” We all pause, realizing that Maven is now watching us. Her dark gaze is steady, her dark hair a mess, and the straitjacket those assholes put her in is ripped and stained with blood—but gods, my mate is so strong and beautiful that it’s hard to breathe. Her scythe transforms into a clear…

Just like that, the dragon retreats to hide from the pain that it can’t shift to tolerate. I wrench back control and sit up, blinking at the chaos surrounding me. It looks like I was hit in the head by a chunk of Crypt’s bronze enclosure that somehow shattered, but besides that… Holy fucking fuck….

I did that. Did I? It was the ghost, but it took passing through me for her to interact with the living. She targeted him for what he was doing to me. Are my demigoddess abilities more ghost-oriented than I realized? Still reeling from the lingering horror of that touch, I’m forced to walk forward….

Crypt sees that and shouts in helpless rage. Silas starts screaming again nearby, and as the asshole releases my hair, I realize my blood fae is being tied to the stake beside me. Not- Baelfire is still a laughingstock, and somewhere high above, Everett is being forced to watch all of this. More holy power…