Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
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“Don’t call her that ever again,” I snap in fae, swatting at what I’m certain is a winged imp beside me, but it turns out to be another figment of my mad mind.
Douglas stares at me, mutters something about needing a raise, and picks up the spell ingredients. But just as he’s handing me the wrapped parcel, some unpleasant sound begins blaring outside this cell.
I realize it’s not in my head when Douglas swears, his eyes glowing slightly green. He pulls back one coat sleeve to reveal a scrying brand on his forearm. The focused frown on his face is evidence that he’s magically communicating with someone.
They’re colluding against you, my father’s voice warns in my head.
He’s receiving an order to kill you. And why shouldn’t he? As a necromancer, you’re no longer allowed in the mortal realm.
That’s true. All this time, my prison has helped to protect me whilst protecting others from me. But now that Maven wants me to get out of here, perhaps other people have decided my death would be better.
Perhaps Douglas is about to carry out an assassination order.
I have no bleeding crystal, but magic still begins to hum at my fingertips, eager to unleash my strongest defenses as the strange alarms get louder.
Instead of attacking me, the bounty hunter lets loose a string of curses, scrubbing his face before pointing a finger at me.
“Sit here, play with your spell ingredients, and don’t walk out that door until I have time to come back and fix it. It’s the only thing protecting everyone from your crazy ass.”
I narrow my eyes, still suspicious. “What’s going on?”
“I don’t speak whatever the fuck that was,” he mutters, walking to the door.
Damn it. I spoke in befuddled fae again. I try for English once more. This time, Douglas understands, pausing with one foot out the door to look back at me.
“Urgent message from one of my men. We’re under attack. Looks like I get to deal with another one of you Oakley quintet assholes tonight. Lucky me.”
Leprechauns are particularly lucky, the voices in my head agree as he slams the door on his way out.
MAVEN
Everett carries me down the cold corridor while verbally tearing me a new asshole for sneaking out on him and being so reckless. It’s such a severe degree of scolding that I’m actually starting to feel almost chastened until a magical alarm begins to wail somewhere outside the castle.
Everett halts. “Shit.”
That must mean this stronghold is under attack. I’m already itching to grab the etherium knife from its concealed pocket at my side to make sure no one comes close to hurting my elemental.
“Put me down. If there’s a fight, I can?—“
“If you think I’m letting you anywhere near a fight after the shit you just pulled, you’re more psychotic than Silas,” he snaps. “You’re staying in my apartment until this attack blows over.”
I want to remind him that he has approximately zero control over my autonomy and I’ll fight whenever I fucking feel like it.
But for once, I don’t feel like it, because Silas took a lot of my blood.
I’ve been trying to hide how weak and woozy I am, but I’d honestly be screwed if I entered combat in this state. Between the lightheadedness, my untrained holy magic, and the fact that I don’t want anyone else to know I’m back yet…
“Fine,” I huff.
Everett is still seething under his breath about my actions until we reach his professor’s apartment. As soon as I’m safely inside the office, he sets me on my feet, kisses me deeply, and then spins me to face opposite him before delivering a firm smack to my ass.
My mouth pops open at the unexpected impact. I can’t tell if I liked it or if I should pin him to the floor until he apologizes.
Before I can decide, my livid, scarred elemental snaps, “If you step a single fucking toe outside this apartment’s protective wards while I’m gone, I swear I will hunt you down, freeze you up to your neck, and lock you away to keep you from getting yourself killed—
again.”
At that, he slams the office door behind him on the way to deal with whatever shit is going on.
I can’t help the grin that spreads over my face.
Gods, my snow angel is sexy when he’s so worked up.
I still hear the muffled alarms as I fight through waves of dizziness to search the apartment. Luckily, some standard bandages and ointment are stashed in one of Everett’s semi-frozen desk drawers next to other random odds and ends.
I’m just finishing bandaging the last bite mark near my clavicle when I hear the roar. It’s somewhere just outside the castle and completely unmistakable. I heard that very same beast’s distinctive, spine-tingling roar on my first day at Everbound.
Baelfire.
No wonder the alarms are going off. My dragon really did leave the north. Why did he fly here, though? Was he running from more hunters, or…
I touch the grooves his teeth left on my neck once again as my pulse starts to pound. Feral or not, my intuition is screaming that my mate knows I’m back.
He came here for me.
But I’m in no shape to deal with a massive, flying, fire-breathing beast. Especially because I’ve heard the stories about shifters going feral and accidentally slaughtering their mates out of some twisted form of mindlessly violent, animalistic obsession.
If I could just get him to shift back to his human form?—
Before I can even think about the best way of forcing him to shift back, the stone castle shudders slightly around me. The ceiling creaks as dust falls in small plumes from above me. This time, when the dragon roars, it’s deafening…and directly above Everett’s apartment.
Fuck.
Claws scrape against stone. My attention snaps to the floor-to-ceiling windows in the bedroom just in time to see a golden, slitted draconic eye appear. My pulse misfires when the dragon spots me, its pupil dilating.
But I can sense that this isn’t Baelfire looking at me. This is a feral animal that’s found its prey.
Another roar shakes this apartment as a fresh slew of bloodless dizziness makes me sway on my feet. Maybe the protective wards will be enough to keep this glorious beast from?—
The dragon swivels its head and opens its mouth, baring long, razor-sharp teeth as a glow lights up below the scales of its throat. I barely have time to dive toward the office’s front door before dragon fire blasts through the glass in the bedroom like molten royal blue death. Stone explodes, and wards shatter behind me as I throw open the office door. I take off down the corridor, chased by blazing heat and the ferocious snarl of my feral mate.
Magical sirens and shouts echo into this hall from elsewhere in the castle. A group of armed Reformists rounds the corner up ahead of me, led by Everett, who shouts in alarm when he sees me.
My ears are still ringing from the last roar as this hallway trembles under the weight of the beast crawling atop it. I hear the deafening boom of more castle collapsing as the dragon finally breaks into this stronghold, falling into the hallway behind me and sending me stumbling. Stone dust and soot cloud the air as I race toward the troop of terrified Reformists.
Before I can tell them to get down or run, I slam into a scaly, clawed, reptilian hand that knocks the oxygen from my lungs. I’m being dragged backward. Everett’s cry of horror is drowned out by another eardrum-bursting draconic roar just before my entire world flips upside down.
I’m suddenly caged tightly inside the dragon’s warm, clawed hand. The moment I’m in its clutches, Baelfire’s dragon snarls and launches away from Everbound Castle, propelling us into the sky with brutal beats of its massive, magnificent wings.
My stomach is left behind, along with an echo of Everett screaming my name.
Shit, shit, shit, shit
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I can barely move in this tight, scaly grip as the dragon picks up speed, climbing higher into the freezing night sky at a breathtaking rate before flattening its wings into a steep, downward glide. Cold wind bites through my skin, sending my blood-lacking, weakened body into further shock until my vision threatens to cave.
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