Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
Um…are we hearing the same things, Boo? They fucking hate each other’s guts.
Demons flirt through insults. It’s a turn-on for them.
Baelfire does a double-take at the demons, obviously seeing their past interactions in a new light. I didn’t know that about demons, either, but that does explain why Melchom is not so subtly adjusting himself as he checks out his girlfriend’s ass.
The demoness focuses on Maven again, grinning with sharp teeth. “So! What d’you think of the haul? Took a couple of days to hunt down all these little fuckheads, but sure as sin, there should be a dozen or so here for you.”
Maven glances at the pile of dead changelings. “I said to bring them alive.”
“Did you? Damn! That communication spell you sent to us was fucking hard to hear through clearly,” Eisha sighs. “Oh, well. I’ll send these idiots to go round up some more.”
“Don’t,” my keeper decides, glancing at me briefly to say we’re moving on to her more extreme yet reliable version of the plan. “We’ll make it work.”
Eisha notices Maven’s glance at me, and her black eyes widen before she bursts into laughter. “Fucking hell, I forgot how ballsy you are! I got the feeling you’d pop back into the mortal world, telum.
It’s not like that mother of yours would’ve really taken you to the Beyond, even if she is the crypt keeper.”
Actually, I’m the Crypt keeper, Maven corrects smoothly through the bond, glancing back at the Nightmare Prince.
Crypt grins.
That you are, love. Well played.
Baelfire laughs at her wordplay, drawing confused looks from some of the demons as Everett shakes his head, also smiling.
Maven looks back at Eisha. “Now for the information.”
The demoness grimaces, stepping away from the other demons to lower her voice so this is a more private conversation. “Right, that. I managed to get Mel’s twin cousins to squeal, but even they don’t know much shit about that vamp.”
“A vampire?” I frown, looking at Maven. “What vampire?”
Bertram, Everett realizes through the bond. He’s the one who killed Engela.
My parents were using him to communicate with the Entity before he disappeared.
Baelfire growls. “Then Bertram’s the jackass we’re going to burn to a fucking crisp.”
“Cool your jets, dragon boy,” Eisha chuckles, reaching up to scratch near one of her horns. “That vamp’s a real sticky one. From what I’ve gathered, he’s popped in and out of the mortal realm for centuries, doing the Entity’s bidding or just stirring up shit. He’s crazy good with hypnotism—almost undetectable. Rumor is, he even got inside Zuma’s head a long time ago.”
Maven considers that. “If he could hypnotize a member of the Immortal Quintet, he would have had no trouble hypnotizing someone in the Sanctuary to let himself and Engela out of it.”
The idea of a vampire’s abilities being strong enough to overcome the significant protective charms that most of my old mentor’s acolytes wear is concerning.
“Where exactly is this vampire now?” Crypt demands, vengeance written all over his features as his remaining markings light up.
Eisha shrugs. “Couldn’t track him. My guess is somewhere back in that fucking citadel, but who knows? Anyway, your demigoddess said the changelings were the bigger priority.” She kicks one of the corpses aside. “Hope these fuckheads help, but we’re gonna bounce before any Reformists attack us. And you know, Mav?—“
“Don’t say my name,” my keeper warns, her expression enough to make several demons move further away.
I adore how frightening she is when she chooses to be.
It’s also wise of her to keep any of these infernal beings from saying her name in her presence. From my studies of banned demonology spellbooks within the Garnet Wizard’s library long ago, I found that demonology relies heavily on namesaying. Quite a few of their spells begin with a name and end with soul scrying, claiming an eternal debt, striking an infernal deal, or worse.
Even if these demons support Maven, it’s best not to trust them.
Eisha snorts. “Right, well—
Syntyche’s daughter, then. Maybe if you survive whatever shitshow comes next, you ought to consider putting an end to all the demon hunting that goes on in the mortal realm. We may not mix well with humans, and maybe we have different hobbies?—“
“Morals don’t exist to demons. You also enjoy cheating, stealing, and watching the innocent suffer,” Maven clarifies.
“Like I said, different hobbies. Doesn’t mean we need to be exterminated,” the demoness shrugs before she looks at the other demons. “Hey. We did what we came here to do. Get a move on. You too, you pathetic little fucknugget,” she adds, flipping off her demonic boyfriend.
Melchom says something back to her in the Nether tongue that I can’t quite translate, but it’s insulting enough that the demoness grins. The other demons amble away from the side of the castle. Eisha says farewell to Maven before following them, clearly enjoying the disgusted and disturbed looks they’re earning from the other onlookers.
My keeper’s attention moves to the dead changelings. “How disturbed do you think Asher Douglas will be if we ask him to move the bodies to the dungeon?”
“Extremely,” I decide.
She smiles. “Excellent.”
MAVEN
I bite back a sound of pleasure when Silas grows rougher, pinning me to the wall of the dungeon as he moans and feeds from my neck. His stiff erection grinds hard against me as he pulls deeply from my neck again.
This is the least I can offer him, after he’s spent hours resurrecting the changelings.
Not to mention, if blood loss didn’t make me so lightheaded, I would ask him to feed from me all the time. The rush of his fangs sinking into my neck, the sting of pain and pleasure coursing through my veins—hearing his hungry groans as he becomes more desperate for my blood…
It’s everything a girl could ask for.
“That’s enough,” Everett mutters from his chair.
We set up a makeshift study table in this section of the dungeons so the rest of my quintet could study the intricate red-crayon map I drew on the back of my list. Crypt is still studying it, but Everett is wearing his reading glasses as he glowers at how aggressive Silas has become while feeding from me.
Baelfire finishes locking yet another reanimated Maven look-alike inside one of the many cells. A few muttering ghosts mull around this dungeon, curiously watching our macabre process.
Silas swallows one last time before he releases my neck, shuddering as he licks away the remaining traces of blood.
“Godsdamn me, I can never get enough of your divine taste,” he groans.
Grinning, I lace my fingers through his black curls to move his head so I can kiss him. I don’t care that when his tongue sweeps against mine, it tastes coppery like my blood. He grinds against me again, his bloodied lips curling into a smile against mine.
“Feeling better?” I ask breathlessly.
“
Than comper nas leathu,” he murmurs, also trying to catch his breath. “
Tha galeath.”
Which is fae for,
I’m always better with you. I love you.
I peer at him, growing serious. “
Tha galeath. But I’m not sure how much help I’ll be when crafting the heart.”
“I can manage, sangfluir,” he promises, brushing my hair off my face with blackened fingertips.
His crimson gaze is so deep I could swim in it, but we’re interrupted when Asher Douglas once again enters the dungeon. He glances at the table where Baelfire has now joined the others memorizing the map of the Nether, but when he sees Silas lick another streak of blood off my neck, he gags.
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