Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
Before she can try to leave her bedroom, I quickly stand and hold up a hand to stop her. “Let me check on them first, sangfluir.”
She goes very still. “You think they’re injured.”
“Possibly.”
“And you don’t want me to see it, snap, and slaughter everyone I pass on my way to the Immortal Quintet.”
“Again…possibly.” The whole truth is, I don’t want to see her more upset than I’ve already seen her tonight.
Maven grumbles but agrees. As she waits in her bedroom, I slip out and find Crypt and Everett in the TV room. Everett’s perfectly fine, of fucking course, but Crypt’s face is slowly healing from several bruises. I watch as he rebreaks a bone in one of his fingers so it will heal correctly.
“Enjoying the show, Crane?” he drawls.
“Very much. Where’s Baelfire?”
Everett loosens his tie ever so slightly, looking exhausted. “He didn’t want Maven to see all the blood.”
Damn it. “How bad was it?” I ask Crypt.
“If you’re offering to kiss my boo-boos away, you can go fuck yourself instead. Frost told us the elixir didn’t work on Maven.” He stands and goes toe to toe with me, his violet eyes murderous. “For your sake, you’d better hope the next draught works. If you’re useless to her, I see no reason to keep you around.”
Everett rolls his eyes. “Back off, dream eater. We all know you won’t hurt any of us because it would upset Maven. Your bark has lost its bite.”
Did Everett Frost just defend me? I make a face. “Just because I’ll watch you kiss our keeper doesn’t mean I want your friendship, you frozen ass.”
The elemental’s face turns bright red, and he mutters something under his breath about my creepy-ass red eyes before storming toward Maven’s room.
“I’m not covered in blood, so I’ll be with her. Crypt, wash that shit off of you.”
Her door closes, and the Nightmare Prince looks at me. “Did fucking
Frost just try to give me an order? So much for him not being covered in blood.”
Before he can move to go after Everett, I hold out an arm to stop him, shaking my head. “Don’t stir up shit tonight. Maven is tired. We’re all fucking tired.”
“Especially you,” he smirks cruelly. “How many days has it been since your insanity last let you sleep? Three? Four?”
I grit my teeth, my freshly-powered magic tickling at my fingertips. I’m always on edge around Crypt, and if he keeps insisting on needling me, I’m going to end up hurting him and upsetting Maven.
Just a little murder won’t hurt, a voice in my head insists.
He’ll kill you if you don’t get to him first.
Avenge me. Do something useful for once, my father hisses.
Baelfire steps out of the hallway shower wrapped in nothing but steam and a black towel. He doesn’t bat an eye at the standoff between me and Crypt. He just shoves us apart so he can walk through the hall to Maven’s room. Obviously, his inner dragon is making him moody.
When her door opens, I can hear Maven’s sigh of relief, and then she pokes her head out into the hallway to look for the rest of us. I quickly step in front of Crypt to hide his bloodied clothes from her.
She’s too smart for that and rolls her eyes. “As long as no one is hurt, blood on clothing won’t bother me. Both of you come here. I have a request.”
We exchange one more glare before walking side by side to Maven’s room. Crypt shoves me into the wall to go in first, and I repay him by discreetly kicking him in the shin when I pass by him on the way into the room.
Baelfire, the big brute, immediately picks up Maven and sits on the edge of the bed with her in his lap, burying his face in the crook of her neck. The rest of us scowl and glare at him for not even asking first, but she gently traces the collar around his neck as she glances over the rest of us. I notice that she’s put gloves on again, to hide her blackened fingertips from the others.
“What did you want, love?” Crypt asks. “Anything, and it’s yours.”
She squirms a little, and Baelfire promptly takes her off his lap and sets her beside him. At the very least, I can be glad the assholes I’m in this quintet with know how to sense when Maven’s haphephobia is acting up.
“Don’t be too sure. It’s a weird request,” she mumbles.
She’s usually so confident. Seeing her unsure makes me move to sit on her other side, smiling gently. “There’s remarkably little the lot of us wouldn’t do for you.”
Maven fidgets, clearing her throat. “Would you all sleep in here tonight? With me? I just…” It seems to take effort for her to get the next words out. “I need to know that you’re all safe. And close. If you don’t mind.”
I blink. Everett and Crypt look equally surprised, but Baelfire’s face lights up like the sun.
“You want a sleepover? Abso-fucking-lutely, Mayflower. Also, that’s not a weird request at all. Most fully fledged quintets sleep in the same room, you know.”
Our keeper looks between us and arches a brow pointedly. Her meaning is clear: most quintets aren’t us, with all our ongoing squabbles.
We all exchange looks and come to a silent agreement: if Maven wants us to play nice and stay in the same room, we can manage it.
“Truce,” I mutter to Crypt. “Just for one night.”
“In your fucking dreams,” he murmurs back. “But at least you’ll be having dreams tonight. Feel free to thank me in the morning.”
He slips into Limbo without another word to me, but his meaning is clear: he’ll make sure I sleep tonight. But sleeping near the Nightmare Prince without a dreamcatcher to protect me is out of the question. Paranoia crawls over my entire body like leeches, sapping away my control until my ears start to ring again, my eye twitching.
Before it can get too far, Everett spots a small spill of blood on the bed and the air in the room plummets. Our breaths plume before our faces as the sudden cold snaps me out of it.
The professor glares at me. “Want to explain this, bloodsucker?”
Maven doesn’t miss a beat. “I offered Silas a snack.”
Baelfire chokes, and Everett recoils.
She rolls her eyes. “Stop clutching your pearls. I enjoyed it. Now, if you don’t mind…” She waves her hand and turns off the lamp using common magic. “I’m exhausted.”
We remain quiet as we all settle into bed with her. When reserving this apartment, I had the bed in the keeper’s bedroom custom-made to be larger than an Alaskan king, so it’s not a tight fit, even despite Baelfire’s overbulked frame.
Maven curls up in the middle of the bed, and Baelfire is quick to press against her left side, nuzzling against her neck. I lay beside her on the right, not surprised when Frost lays at the very edge of the bed on my side, still wary about getting too close to Maven.
But apparently, no matter how conflicted he is, he’s too far gone for her to try to leave tonight.
“Night, Mayflower,” Baelfire yawns, and I hear him kiss her cheek.
She hums, obviously already drifting off. But I have no hope in hell of going to sleep anytime soon. I’m still keyed up from feeding, and having Maven’s body so close to mine is keeping my cock hard as fucking steel. I shift slightly under the blankets, gritting my teeth as I stare at the dark ceiling. The voices in my head are whispering, chills slithering over my bones at the idea of resting anywhere near the rest of these legacies.
I think I’m in for a long, miserably hard night.
So I’m not expecting it when a brush of incubi power sends a flood of fatigue through my system, sending me into a deep sleep within seconds.
CRYPT
Those three dolts thought it would be just one night.
But two more days have passed full of classes, tense hallways, intensive combat training followed by far more exhaustive personal training sessions under Maven’s orders, brief casual touching for Maven’s exposure therapy, highly monitored lunches and dinners, etcetera, etcetera?—
And each night, they all end up resting in the same bed as my dark little darling.
After that first night, Decimus insisted that sleeping near Maven had helped him deal with his pissy inner dragon, and she hadn’t argued when Crane and Frost somehow wound up in there with them. Yesterday, after Maven put us through a ruthless training in the dungeon exercise room, Frost had showered, changed into ridiculous silk pajamas, dragged himself into her room, and passed out on the bed before they even discussed it. Crane and Decimus followed suit.
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