Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
The woman turns a delightful purple shade as she steps back. “Ugh. Get the hell out of here, you fucked-up little freak, before I call the bounty hunters to come check if you’re legal!”
“Since you asked so nicely,” I shrug, turning to leave.
As soon as we’re outside, Baelfire snaps, “I know we’re not supposed to harm humans, but that bitch was begging to be roasted.”
“Her neck looked extremely breakable,” Silas agrees in a low tone.
Everett looks between them like they’ve grown extra heads. “What the hell is wrong with you two?”
I can’t help it. I laugh.
Baelfire gawks at me. “Did you just…fucking giggle? I can’t tell if that’s the most adorable thing I’ve ever heard or if I should be worried about your sense of humor.”
“Why can’t it be both?”
Uh oh. Was that flirtatious? It felt flirtatious. Being like this with them, not bothering to hide my expressions or contain myself, is unnervingly easy. A broad smile spreads over Bael’s face, and I scold myself for the way it warms my neck.
“Gods, I can’t get enough of you. Come on, Boo. I saw a hot chocolate stand with your name on it.”
The rest of our hours-long tour of Hope Falls is uneventful, aside from the fact that Crypt reappeared later to hand me an entire bouquet of orchids that he most certainly took from the greenhouse out of spite.
The more time I spend with my four rejected matches, the more I can’t stop thinking about that scene in my dream last night. The ease between us. The…comfort.
That’s not for you. Snap out of it.
But even if I can’t have that long-term, maybe Kenzie is right. Maybe I can enjoy myself with them just for this one day without causing trouble. I won’t let them get in the way of my oath and my mission. Besides, I won’t be at Everbound much longer, anyway—and the thought of never seeing them again makes me feel an emotion I’ve never experienced before.
I’ll never get that dream I had in real life. But I have a couple more hours of pretending I could.
A few hours later as we drive back, Silas observes me from the passenger seat as we approach the inn. Everett has been silent in the back. He’s said nothing to me all day.
“You’re deep in thought. I have a question for you,” Silas says.
“I probably don’t have an answer.”
“Do you agree with the woman in the greenhouse?”
I arch a brow but keep my eyes on the road. “About me being a fucked-up freak? Of course.”
Everett scowls viciously behind us, and suddenly, the car’s interior is frigid. “She said what?
“
Silas ignores his confusing outburst. “No. About keepers being playthings. You come from a human background, so I understand if the dynamics of quintets are…opposite your beliefs. You’re clearly not keen on the fact that we’re a quintet.”
“We’re not. I rejected all of you.”
It’s like talking to a wall for all the reaction they have to that. Anytime I bring up my rejection of them, they ignore it. Fucking cocky high-profile legacies.
“Whatever your beliefs are, sangfluir
…we’re still yours,” the blood fae says quietly.
His words have a hidden meaning that I try not to read into. I don’t know what he suspects, but I can’t afford to let it distract me. I need to slip away within the next three hours and go hunt down Lykoudis before the deadline, so even if he starts to get an idea of who I am and what I’m here for, now is not the time to worry about it.
Forty minutes later, I sit at the kitchen island again, pushing my now-empty plate away. It’s almost annoying how good Baelfire is at cooking. He’s trying to impress me, and it’s working. For dinner, he made some kind of potato casserole dish, free of meat but hearty and satisfying. Silas eats beside me, and Crypt sits casually on one of the counters, where he appeared a few minutes ago from Limbo.
Everett also finished dinner, and he’s now scowling at something on his phone as he leans against a nearby counter. I’m still not sure why he’s here, but I’m sure he will be the one to mind the least when I make my getaway very soon.
“And now for dessert,” Bael says smugly, pulling out a tub of…white stuff.
He shovels it into some kind of edible dish, handing me the first one. Dubiously, I try the foreign dessert.
Oh.
So this is what love feels like.
“What is this? The nectar of the gods?” I ask, a grin breaking over my face before I can stop it.
They say nothing, and when I glance up, they’re all staring at me in confusion and amusement—even Everett.
“What do you mean? You said vanilla was your favorite,” Baelfire points out, laughing.
It takes me a moment to remember what he’s talking about. But then it hits me.
Ice cream. This is ice cream. Duh, Maven. I should have figured that out sooner.
“Oh. Right.”
Too late. Silas tips his head and studies me far too intently, and I get the unnerving feeling that he knows more about me than he’s supposed to. “Tell the truth. This is your first time eating ice cream. Isn’t it?”
“Perhaps.” I take another bite, enjoying the way it melts in my mouth.
Everett scoffs. “What? It’s ice cream. Why haven’t you had it before, or at the very least seen it? Were you raised in a cult or something?”
When I don’t respond, the amusement drops away from their faces really damn fast. They have questions, and I can see that they’re about to start asking them, so I hold up a hand.
“Let it go.”
“
Let it go? Fuck that. We don’t know anything about your past,” Baelfire argues, scowling as he practically tosses the scooper into the tub of ice cream. “Look, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that something doesn’t add up with you, Maven. I need to know more about my mate’s life before all this. Why the hell are you?—“
“I said drop it,” I snap, fixing him with a fierce look. “My past is none of your business. Don’t bring it up again.”
Baelfire scowls at me before finally looking away. “Fine. I’ll shut up about it for now, but only because I don’t want to spoil our romantic getaway.”
I almost choke on my next bite of ice cream. “Romantic? That’s what you think this is? You’re kidding.”
Everett snorts as if he agrees. I hadn’t even realized he was paying any attention.
“We’ll all return to Everbound tomorrow morning,” Silas says, studiously spinning an empty cone on the counter like a top. “Tell me. How do you want us to spend our last night here, Maven?”
Unbidden, that same sinfully tempting fantasy I had of them days ago comes to mind. Them surrounding me, whispering and groaning and worshipping my body. Only now, that fantasy includes…
touching. All over. I want them all over me.
Oh, gods.
My stomach churns even as my thighs clench of their own accord, trying to stop that damn throbbing at my core. Baelfire’s head snaps up before his golden eyes turn molten. Shit. He can definitely scent what my thoughts just did to my body.
“Fuck, baby. How about we?—“
New Book: Returned To Make Them Pay
On her wedding anniversary, Alicia is drugged and stumbles into the wrong room—straight into the arms of the powerful Caden Ward, a man rumored never to touch women. Their night of passion shocks even him, especially when he discovers she’s still a virgin after two years of marriage to Joshua Yates.