Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
Maybe some of the things that have happened to us have to do with the will of the gods.
Those meddling fuckers, Maven grumbles telepathically.
Snowdrop, he groans.
You know what? Maybe they are messing with us just because you blaspheme so much.
Maven ignores him as my mom makes me promise that I will stay in touch with her—since, according to Maven, all the shit that’s about to happen is about to happen really damn quickly.
Maven and my mom continue to talk as Crypt begins putting back several of the little pieces he removed from the board when no one was watching. He also returns the packets of suppressants that he apparently swiped from my back pocket out of boredom during this little meeting.
Fucking pickpocket.
Either use those or invite me in to at least watch next time, he sends just to me.
I’m about to tell him there’s no fucking way he’s going to ever see me in a rut with my mate, but I pause. With how far gone I was, it honestly would’ve been weirdly reassuring to know he was there if Maven did have to put me in stasis.
Maybe, I reply telepathically.
Maven finishes speaking with my mom and announces that we’ll make any necessary preparations and leave tonight for Baltimore for her final “mark.”
As in, Natalya fucking Genovese.
EVERETT
I can’t say I mind waiting in the car for hours when Maven is sitting in the passenger seat beside me in that tight black crop top, gloves, and dark leggings. A jacket waits for her at her feet, but I’m purposely keeping the vehicle toasty just so I can have this view.
It’s before dawn. We’re in an unmarked SUV parked down the street from the luxurious safehouse where Maven thinks Natalya is hiding out, based on Engela’s detailed letter.
Baltimore is practically abandoned, with all the buildings on the historic roads left lightless. At first glance, the emptiness might seem like it’s just because it’s the early hours—but nobody else is parked out here on the street overnight. This is typically when humans would be getting up and leaving early for work to get ahead of city traffic, but the roads are empty.
A light snow flurry settles on the defrosting windshield as Silas and Baelfire talk quietly in the back seat. Crypt is unseen but probably hanging around in here somewhere, if he’s not busy eating the dreams of anyone who ignored the evacuation warning and stayed in Baltimore.
The Garnet Wizard mentioned you bought something from him for an empath years ago, Maven muses through the bond just to me.
I tense. What else did that old eccentric tell her? If he brought up the whole thing with Silas?—
It was for your sister, right? She glances at me.
My keeper is always so sharp. I nod.
That’s a rare gift, she notes.
I make a face.
Not sure she’d call it that.
You seem protective of her.
I am,
I admit.
She went through a lot as a kid. Had it much tougher than I did. As an empath, she experienced everyone else’s emotions constantly, even when she was a baby. Empaths tend to overload and get severe panic attacks. Most of the legacy community accepts that and has been raising awareness about it for years to end the negative stigma about empaths being weak, but my parents never got the memo. They punished her anytime she couldn’t handle everything she felt from others, which was way too fucking much in that house. So, as soon as I had the means to step in, I did.
Maven studies me, her expression soft.
You keep saying you’re not worthy of me. That’s bullshit. The reverse is true.
I’m about to argue when Crypt appears suddenly in the backseat between Baelfire and Silas, making them both swear in surprise. The incubus leans forward to peer between Maven and me, his piercings glinting in the dim light from the dash.
“I’m fucking bored.”
“Stakeouts aren’t known for being exciting,” I grumble.
“Yes, except for the fact that we have the sexiest woman alive with us.”
“Not alive,” Maven corrects without missing a beat, squinting through the windshield even though nothing is happening at the safehouse.
“Yet you have an aura, like all living things.”
“But no fucking heartbeat, like all dead things.”
He grins. “Very well, then—the sexiest revenant in the world.”
“I’m the only one, so that checks out,” she shrugs. “Silas, has anyone tripped the undetectable wards you set around the premises?”
“Not yet, sangfluir.”
My phone buzzes in my pocket. I check it to see another text from Ian and squint to read without my glasses.
Everything’s in place.
I type a reply.
Even the transportation?
Yup. No eyes on any of it. Smooth AF from here on. You’re welcome for being the best in the business. Sending you the invoice. Btw one of your polar bear dogs shit on my carpet so I’m billing you for that too.
I roll my eyes and pocket my phone, tuning in to realize that Baelfire is now arguing with Crypt about some past birthday.
“…and you were twelve, meaning you’re seven years older than me, which makes you twenty-eight. If what you said about other stewards of Limbo kicking the can at thirty is true, that gives you about two more yea?—“
“I lied about being twelve,” Crypt drawls.
“What the fuck? Why?”
“You were a dyslexic little five-year-old who confidently told me the legal drinking age was ‘one-two.’ You’d caught me drinking from your parents’ hidden liquor stash, so I played along and said I was that age. None of you ever bothered asking again, and I obviously didn’t and still don’t fucking care.”
Silas frowns. “You’re not the oldest?”
“Everett is the oldest,” Maven offers.
Baelfire frowns. “How the hell did you know that before us?”
“Like I said, Kenzie stalked you four online. Apparently, her sleuthing is more solid than your ability to have a single conversation without arguing over the span of nearly two decades.”
“Damn,” Baelfire shakes his head. “I would’ve sworn on my family name that Crypt was seven years older than us.”
Our keeper makes a face. “Us? You’re twenty-one.”
“Yeah, like you.”
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