Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
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 going with them? Are you finally ready to admit just how crazy head over heels you are for them?”
She’s teasing, but Crypt appears on my other side with a devious smile.
“Do share how smitten you are, darling,” he whispers, twisting strands of my dark ponytail between his fingers and kissing my chin.
Baelfire gently bites my leg as his fingers skim up and down my stomach, brushing aside my shirt as my breathing stutters. Everett and Silas are gazing at me from where they stand, their eyes sharp contrasts of blood red and soft blue.
“I, um?—“
Damn it, I need to change the subject. It feels way too warm in this room, and I would rather be strapped back down in Dagon’s laboratory than sit around on my ass talking about feelings.
“How’s Vivienne doing now?”
“Aww, come on!” Kenzie laughs. “She’s great, but you’re so obviously dodging the question.”
You are, Silas agrees telepathically, smirking.
Look how flustered you are. You’re blushing.
“Shut up,” I mutter, meaning to respond to him, but it makes everyone laugh, including Kenzie.
“Girl, seriously. My quintet has been dropping
I love you’s all the fucking time because hello? We just went through some majorly traumatizing stuff, and it’s better to say it now before the next wave of shit hits the fan and it’s too late, am I right? I mean—it’s obvious you’re all obsessed with each other, and I’d bet my gorgeous new manicure that you’ve finally fucked all of them by now. Right?”
Oh, my gods. “Kenzie?—“
“She sure has,” Baelfire pipes up, snickering when I grab a pillow to hit him in the head.
Kenzie pauses. “Wait, am I on speakerphone?”
“No,” I assure her.
All my guys crack up. I don’t get why until Crypt kisses my cheek.
“You are, love. Can’t you hear the difference? It’s this button here. See?”
Damn it. I fucking hate phones.
Kenzie bursts into laughter, too. “This was supposed to be girl talk! No wonder getting you to fess up about your feelings is like trying to pull teeth.”
“To be clear, it’s always like this with her,” Silas supplies. “She’s scared of the so-called
L-
word.
“
I grab another pillow to throw at him. “Silas fucking Crane. I said shut up.”
“Wait, really?” Everett tips his head, smiling so those completely unfair dimples are displayed. “Why, though? You should already know how we feel by now, so why would it?—“
“Let’s talk about literally anything else,” I interrupt, grabbing Baelfire’s wrist to keep his hand from creeping under my shirt. He just smiles and winks without shame.
Someone knocks on the door of the cottage.
Thank the universe—an interruption.
“Shit. Kenzie, I need to go,” I sigh.
“Fine, fine,” she says petulantly. “But wait—can you guys please make sure that your way-too-practical mate keeps up with her bestie? Girl time is mandatory. She can’t just be surrounded by testosterone-fueled, obsessive, wildly horny matches all the time, or she’ll start to get dickmatized.”
That doesn’t sound like a real thing, especially because they all burst into laughter again. Kenzie calls them some choice words and then makes me promise to text or call her back soon. I agree and hang up, glowering at my amused matches as I walk to answer the door.
“Gods. You’re all idiots,” I grumble, still annoyingly flushed.
“Who are really fucking in love with you,” Baelfire inserts, suddenly serious.
I die inside, especially because the others don’t argue. That unspeakable emotion tries to well up, and even without a heart, something in my chest aches.
I quickly turn away, opening the door for a distraction from these damned feelings.
It’s Ross. His hand is reattached, wrapped in bandages, and he dips his head far too low, almost like a bow.
“My lady.”
“Call me Maven.”
“M—Maven,” he corrects, glancing at the frozen blondie beside him. “The Garnet Wizard has formally invited you for a business discussion, after which your entire quintet is invited to dine in the Great Hall for our grand Starfall Day dinner. Also…would you, um…mind unfreezing Parker?”
I look over my shoulder at Everett.
He sighs and moves to stand beside me in the doorway. All at once, the ice around the blond acolyte melts away. Parker chokes and gasps for air, falling to the porch in a shivering mess. Ross helps him stand, but the toothy caster sneers at me, brimming with contempt.
“You fucking?—“
“Stop there if you want to live,” I advise.
He huffs, still shivering with blue lips. He glares at Everett, who has his bored-arrogant-professor face on.
“Your boy toys may be formidable, yet I am one of the strongest third-grade acolytes ever to come to the Sanctuary. I can take them.”
“First of all, I don’t know or care what that rank means. Second of all, stop fucking talking.”
He starts to say something else to me, but Ross covers his mouth with a sigh. “I’m so sorry. He has no idea that you’re, you know…”
Just like earlier, I have no fucking idea what he’s talking about. I can only guess, and that seems like a waste of time I could be using to barter with the Garnet Wizard.
“All right. Let’s go,” Everett says, stepping outside.
Ross shuffles uncomfortably, finally letting Parker go. “Only your keeper will be allowed to speak privately with my mentor. You were only invited to dinner.”
The Nightmare Prince materializes in front of Ross, who yelps and leaps back.
Crypt’s voice is pure warning. “She will go nowhere alone.”
“Oh, she won’t?” I challenge, arching a brow at him. “I’m going, and I’ll be fine.”
His purple gaze is tumultuous as he turns his back on the casters, an insult in the world of legacies that indicates he doesn’t see them as a real threat. He cradles the side of my face and speaks quietly.
“You being fine and you being properly treated and watched over are two entirely different things, darling. Having you out of my sight is not an option. Besides, if you leave me alone with these buffoons, I’m liable to rip all three of them apart out of boredom while I wait.”
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