Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
I look at the useless pile of holy books again. “These historians spent an inordinate amount of time spewing poetry, listing qualities desirable keepers should have, outlining thousands of ancient, nonsensical personal prophesies, and penning more gods-ass-kissing poetry. I would rather rinse my eyes with chimera venom than read another page.”
My ornery rant makes Everett crack a smile for the first time since my return. It shows me he has just one dimple on his unscarred cheek.
Gods, that’s adorable. In combination with the glasses? Fucking lethal.
He sets aside his map to join me on his bed, pulling me close. “If it didn’t have your name under the descriptions of desirable keepers, that proves it’s all bullshit anyway. Are you hungry? Cold?”
He’s constantly worried about me being cold. I’m pretty sure the ten magically-fueled space heaters that have appeared in his professor’s apartment over the last twelve hours came from him making extra requests to Reformist casters under his command.
After I visited Lillian, she went to the makeshift temples, so Everett and I have spent most of the day inside this room. He mentioned that Kenzie and Felix returned safely to Halfton last night. Since Asher Douglas has apparently kept his mouth shut about my return, we’ve been left entirely to ourselves as I spent the day studying.
Everett also described the Reformist movement and shielding spells more to me, explaining that they utilized the etherium pieces in which I trapped the Immortal Quintets’ life forces. He also mentioned that one of those shielding spells went missing around the time the remainder of the Legacy Council vanished.
Hearing all about the dangers and violence plaguing the world and having Everett to myself has been nice.
Plus, it’s endlessly fun to tease him.
Which is why I quickly straddle him on the bed before he sees it coming and lick his cheek where his scar is. He jolts, hands gripping my waist tightly as his breathing picks up. I begin trailing kisses down his neck, enjoying the cool feel of his skin against mine.
When I bite his earlobe, he groans, letting his hands slide up under the loose black sweater he loaned me this morning. His fingers brush ever so slightly over my nipples, and a shiver of delight rolls over me when that touch leaves frost behind.
Rolling my hips, I feel the erection quickly growing in his pants and grin wickedly.
“You’re such a fucking tease,” he whispers. “Bite me again.”
“For someone raised in high society, it’s a marvel that you don’t have better manners,” I hint, letting my fingers slip into his white-blond hair.
He roughly cups my tits. “Godsdamn it. Please.”
I bite his neck this time, grinding against him as I do. My poor snow angel didn’t sleep last night, and I’ve noticed his exhaustion and stress all day. I’ll have to tire him out if I want him to sleep deeply tonight, and also so I can sneak out and find my blood fae.
Gods, I love my elemental’s soft groans and how gentle he’s trying to be, even while getting worked up. I’m still waiting on more memories from Paradise, but I’m positive that I ached for intimate moments like this in the months I spent missing my quintet.
My match swears and flings his reading glasses aside. He begins to slip the sweater off me, but we both pause when someone knocks on the front door of his office.
Everett is deliciously flushed as he meets my eye with a dark look. “From this exact moment on, if anyone interrupts me while I’m trying to adore you, I’ll put an icicle through their eyeball.”
I kiss him.
It’s not like I can help it when this scarred angel says such romantic things.
The person outside knocks again, and I pull back with a sigh. I’m about to tell Everett that we should get rid of whoever it is so we can get back to business uninterrupted, but he’s already sliding between my thighs, peppering kisses along my stomach on the way down my body. As soon as he moves my panties aside and his mouth is on me, I forget how to protest.
Several minutes later, while I’m panting and flushed from Everett’s talented tongue, the person knocks again, far more urgently. When I startle, drawn out of my pleasured haze, my still-clothed elemental swears with impressive creativity and storms out of the room to see who keeps trying to interrupt.
Wrapping myself in a thick blanket to ward off the chill that still clings to this place despite the many space heaters, I stand beside the door leading into the bedroom, listening in as Everett throws the front door open and snarls, “
What?”
I don’t recognize the voice, but they sound terrified. “C—commander! Forgive me, it seems like you were just…um, I’m s—so sorry. It’s only that this message was urgent, so I thought it would be better to tell you right now instead of?—“
“Spit it out before I put you in a courtyard,” Everett warns.
I don’t understand that threat, but the Reformist makes an embarrassing squeaking sound before clearing his throat.
“Yes, sir. W—We’ve received an urgent scrying brand message from Commander Decimus indicating that the feral dragon may not be in the north anymore. They tried to contain him, but—well, sir, they’ve lost him again.”
Lost him?
If Baelfire’s dragon isn’t corralled and protected, he’ll be a target. His uncle, the last feral dragon on the loose, was hunted and killed for his scales. What if that happens to Baelfire?
All the nauseating possibilities make me move forward, stepping out into Everett’s office without thinking. I’m about to demand where he was seen last so I can hunt down my dragon, but the legacy in the doorway jolts when he spots me. His eyes widen to a ridiculous degree, and something uncomfortably close to idolization crosses his face.
“H—holy…great gods above! You’re Maven Oak?—“
Ice erupts around him, freezing him solid in less than a second with his mouth still hanging open. Everett shuts the office door without a second thought.
“No one can see you yet. This is the easiest way to keep mouths shut,” he mutters as an explanation.
He’s not wrong.
Still, that Reformist may have had more information about where Baelfire could have gone.
“Send someone to track him,” I blurt, trying not to picture people hunting my mate.
Everett notices my stress and smooths his cool hands over my arms, kissing my forehead.
“This has happened before, a few times. The dragon sometimes disappears into caves and goes missing for a day or two as it sleeps, but it inevitably pops up again to burn something down and be a giant scaly pain in my ass, as usual. The Decimuses are very good at tracking down their feral youngest. Give it a day or two, and we’ll know where he is again. I promise.”
He’s being reasonable, but something deep inside me is still unsettled.
I’m seeing Silas tonight, and tomorrow, Everett will just have to accept that we’re going out searching for Baelfire. Then I’ll find Crypt, whether fate likes it or not, no matter what plane of existence he’s in.
But in the meantime, I need to make sure my poor elemental gets the rest he obviously hasn’t been getting. So I nod, take his hand, and lead him back into his bedroom.
SILAS
Every day and night is a new hell as confusing as the last, but at least I’m coherent right now.
As coherent as I ever am, anyway.
So shamefully weak, my father’s voice growls.
This cage is your own making. You should just leave.
He’s too weak to leave now! another voice echoes.
He needs blood.
He needs death, another argues.
Yes!
more voices giggle.
Death for the weakling.
The voices have only multiplied—but as always, the worst voice is like an iron needle through the center of my forehead.
My handsome lunatic, my keeper’s voice whispers.
They’re right. You’re too weak. You were an idiot to think you ever could have saved me.
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