Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
It’s a bluff. Casting the limp dick hex on Luka was already barely inside my magical powerhouse since I’m running low on my ability to cast at the moment. I’ll have to remedy that soon.
Bael sits directly beside me and winks. “We’ll get there, Boo.”
It doesn’t take long for Silas to come to us, sitting across from me and studying me as intensely as he did when we were in the greenhouse. It’s seriously inconvenient how gorgeous all my matches are, but all in their own way. Silas? His dark curly hair is mussed, and something about his shifting red irises makes him look ill at ease, but he emanates dangerous intelligence. Like he knows every possible way someone might try him at any given moment, and he’s already calculated what weaknesses to take advantage of.
“How was your class, Maven?”
“You need to leash your dragon. He won’t stop following me around.”
Baelfire makes a sound of indignation. “
Leash? Fuck that. Leashes are for dogs. I’m a damn dragon.”
I ignore him. “Between the Decimus and the DeLune, I get the impression you three don’t know how to handle rejection. That’s going to have to change.”
Silas frowns slightly, ignoring the latter part. “You mean, you can sense Crypt nearby?”
“Wouldn’t be surprised if he’s been tailing us all day, that creep,” Baelfire grunts.
I glance over my shoulder. Sure enough, the air ripples to reveal the Nightmare Prince leaning against the nearest wall.
His lips curl up into a pleased smirk as if he’s flattered that I can sense his presence.
“What a keen keeper I have,” he murmurs.
I’ve had enough of this. Looking at them each in turn, I spell it out. “I. Am. Not. Your. Keeper. So fuck off.”
Crypt and Silas both look mildly amused, and Baelfire openly grins. “I love hearing you swear with that pretty little mouth.”
Oh, my gods, these assholes are exhausting. Why can’t a bitch just ditch her god-selected soulmates and move on? I can’t complete my mission with them constantly hanging around, and my time is going to start running out. The winter solstice is less than two weeks away.
And I can’t let them figure out my secret, or they’ll kill me themselves.
Fine. I’ll have to use the strongest tactic on the
Make Them Hate Me list. Skipping right past annoying, clingy, mean, and a bunch of others I’d written, I settle on play head games.
But first, I need to pick a candidate they all hate. Discreetly, I glance around the dining hall to see if there’s anyone here I could stomach cozying up to for a week or two.
My attention is arrested by the strikingly handsome elemental sitting several tables away with a group of professors. He’s in academic attire, but he makes the others look bad since he may as well just have walked straight out of a modeling shoot. All women and several guys within a hundred-foot radius of him are openly drooling, including one of the faculty members sitting across from him with stars in her eyes.
Merciless jawline. Icy white hair. Glacial eyes that sweep over to me before looking away just as quickly.
Everett Frost.
That’s not a bad idea.
Silas notices where I’m looking, and although he speaks matter-of-factly, his voice has an edge. “He should be getting to know you too.”
Baelfire looks equally annoyed at the sight of the professor. “Nah, she’s better off not dealing with that frozen prick until she has no other choice.”
Bingo.
This strategy should have been obvious from the beginning. Maybe I can sink this ship from the inside. They’re already on thin ice with each other. Let’s see what jealousy can do for me.
“Actually, I would like to get to know the professor better. He’s exactly my type.”
Three sets of eyes swing to me.
“
Frost?
“
Baelfire scowls. “You’re twisting my tail. There’s no way that pampered icicle is your type. How would you even know when you haven’t said a word to him? He’s the biggest dickhead of all of us.”
“A gorgeous dickhead,” I muse. “He used to be a model, right?”
Baelfire scowls, but Crypt snorts. I can’t tell what he thinks is more amusing, what I said or this whole situation. Whatever his thoughts on it, he ripples and disappears once again, and after a second, I don’t sense him nearby anymore.
Silas looks skeptical. I’m ready to get this jealousy show on the road, so I leave the table and cross the room. It’s true what Baelfire said—I haven’t spoken to Professor Frost outside of that initial rejection. He’s been the only one to leave me alone like I asked, which has been a relief.
But for the sake of turning them all against each other? I couldn’t have asked for a better scenario than cozying up to a man of ice who is indifferent to my existence.
MAVEN
As soon as Professor Frost sees me approaching his table, he stands. I’m not sure what to make of that. Either he’s being overly respectful in an old-fashioned manner, even though he can’t be more than five years older than I am, or he’s about to run.
I’d prefer the latter.
But when I’m close enough, he turns and walks to the nearest serving area without a word. And since I can feel the weight of Baelfire’s and Silas’s stares on my back, I pretend this is exactly what I expected as I follow the ice elemental. I wait beside him as he politely tells the girl behind the counter what to put on the plate. She keeps getting distracted and messing up the order because she’s gawking at him so hard.
Finally, Professor Frost clears his throat. “Need something, Oakley?”
“I have a proposal for you.”
That clearly isn’t what he expected, and he turns to raise a brow. He does pull off the frigid, aloof asshole look. He looks like a deep winter morning personified. “I can’t say I’m interested.”
Thank the gods. He won’t make this complicated.
“I’m not interested in you either, Professor Frost,” I reassure him.
His expression ices over as he lifts one shoulder in a jerky motion. “Good. I’m glad that’s been so clearly established.”
The legacy behind the counter overheard, and now she’s openly glaring at me. “Hey. Are you going to order something? If not, get lost. No one wants a snobby bitch who doesn’t appreciate what she has holding back the line.”
The professor’s attention returns to her as he pays for the food, but I’m distracted by my breath coming in plumes in front of my face out of nowhere. Did someone open a window?
He leads me to a separate, smaller table, sitting and scooting the tray toward me. “So. Your proposal?”
I sit, glancing at the tray full of steaming sauce, meat, and cheese with a side of toasted bread. It must be a dish I’m unfamiliar with. That happens a lot since I grew up eating the same bland foods every day.
“Aren’t you hungry?”
“I already ate.”
“Then why get all this food?”
“Because you didn’t eat,” he says like I’m the slowest person alive.
I haven’t eaten all day, but I’m still not accepting anything from them, so I scoot the tray to the middle of the table and fold my gloved hands in my lap. “I want to pretend we have a thing for each other.”
New Book: Returned To Make Them Pay
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