Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
Yes. Disposing of bodies in mysterious ways is a fascination of mine.
“Later,” I say, meaning it. “Perhaps when I’m wearing real clothes.”
He hums. “Or no clothes.”
Clearly, their hive mind is active right now, and it’s focused on one thing. Unfortunately, so am I—I keep recalling Kenzie’s erotic art and the newfound fantasies I’ve been having. I wonder if jumping headlong into a blazing sex romp would help me get over my haphephobia…
“I’m on a mission,” I blurt to keep myself from doing something stupid, like asking one of them if I can try sucking their cock to see if it’s as enjoyable as people make it out to be.
Crypt nods. “We know. You’ve told us of your blood oath.”
“No, I have another far more time-sensitive mission. A rescue mission, to be precise.”
Baelfire frowns. “Rescue mission? For who?”
My throat tightens. Even though I try not to let my emotions show, I know the worry I’ve been trying to keep at bay seeps into my voice.
“Kenzie.”
All three of them exchange glances, and then Crypt leans down to meet my eye better.
“If you believe she may be somewhere within this castle, I can find her quickly.”
“How?”
“I read auras.”
“He does,” Baelfire confirms. “Bragged about it constantly when we were kids. It was fucking annoying.” Then he tips his head. “I’ve always wondered, what’s my aura like?”
“Just as obnoxious as you are but a hundred times as bright.”
They glare at each other, but Silas ignores them completely as he studies me. “Crypt can go looking for her aura, but if there is another way you believe I can help you, I will. On one condition. Come to my private dorm with me.”
“You’re not fucking me,” I say immediately. “I still hate all of you.”
He huffs. “Believe me, I’m painfully aware of that. This isn’t about getting you in my bed. I need to speak with you alone, and in return, I’ll help you however I can.”
I consider that before nodding. It’s convenient that Silas can’t tell bald-faced lies. It means I can trust his words even when I don’t know where I stand with him.
Crypt blows me a kiss before slipping into Limbo to look for Kenzie. I’m tempted to pray to the gods that he’ll find her, but I learned my lesson about praying to them a long time ago. So, instead, I hope the universe is looking out for her. If anyone deserves cosmic good luck, it’s Kenzie.
Baelfire, Silas, and I leave the infirmary and trek through the castle halls, following Silas’s lead toward his private dorm. Baelfire’s eyes sweep the dim hallways, and he steps a little closer to me with every turn as if he expects someone to pop out of the shadows and grab me. Silas is equally bad, gritting his teeth at every tiny echo in the hall.
“Is the chill pill a real thing?” I ask.
Bael blinks down at me. “What?”
“Kenzie once told me that I’m far too intense and need a prescription for a chill pill. If that exists, you two also need a prescription.”
The dragon shifter throws his head back on a laugh. “See, it’s adorably out-of-the-loop stuff like this that should’ve tipped us off.”
I don’t know what he’s talking about, but Silas gives him a warning glare. “You’re not coming into my private dorm.”
“Nope. I’m just escorting my mate. I trust your ability to protect her about as far as Everett could throw you. Which can’t be far at all, by the way. Have you seen that professor? Scrawny as hell.”
“Indeed.”
Everett is far from scrawny, but I find myself fighting an unexpected smile at the shit talk. I still don’t fully understand the dynamic of their shared past or why my matches dislike each other so much. But there’s a familiar ease with which they hate one another that’s almost…brotherly.
But saying that out loud would probably start another bout of the Great Wars, so I keep my mouth shut.
Finally, we walk up a staircase that ends with a single door. My hair stands on end as I sense the ripple of magic guarding this space.
Damn. How many wards does Silas have on that thing?
“I’ll see you later at our quintet apartment,” Baelfire says, tugging gently on the corner of my blanket to get my attention.
“No, you won’t. I’m sleeping in my own dorm.”
He frowns. “But you agreed to be our keeper.
“
Temporarily.”
“Temporarily, my ass. Did you not hear that horned freak, Del Mar? Quintet rankings are beginning, and we all know you’ll be at the top of the godsdamned kill list along with the rest of us. You’re a walking target. Even with the patch job Silas did on your door, your dorm isn’t nearly safe enough for my dragon to rest easy.”
I open my mouth, but Silas speaks first. “Sleep in my dorm. It’s the most secure place in the entire castle. I doubt even the Immortal Quintet could get in here if they tried.”
“Here’s a thought. I’ll sleep wherever the fuck I choose to sleep,” I tell them both firmly.
Baelfire relents but gives me one more warm look. “I’ll see you in class in the morning. Get enough rest, and if you have any nightmares?—“
He cuts off, ducking his head when my eyes narrow. Did Crypt tell them about my nightmares? I feel strangely betrayed.
Bael clears his throat. “When you were sleeping off your, you know…”
“Episode,” I supply.
He nods. “You weren’t sleeping very peacefully for a bit. So if you keep having trouble sleeping, my bed’s always open. I’m not a blanket hog. I don’t even use a blanket, actually—it’s too fucking hot at night. Also, I sleep in the nude most of the time. I know that’s a massive selling point for you because you check me out whenever you think I’m not looking,” he smirks.
I shake my head, allowing myself the smallest smile. “Careful. Your ego may smother you in your sleep.”
“I’d much rather you smother me with that sexy ass of yours. I dream about that all the fucking time, actually.”
My thighs clench at the rousing mental image that paints, and Baelfire’s nostrils flare as he picks up on my arousal. Before he can finish turning my insides to goo, I turn and slip through the dorm door just as Silas opens it with a low chuckle at my expense.
Once I’m inside, I pause and take in the space. It’s very…Silas.
The dorm is a large studio perfectly balanced between cozy, rustic, and luxurious—and very decidedly of fae design. An antique-looking burgundy fainting couch sits on a plush rug in front of a hearth that flickers to life with a wave of Silas’s hand as he steps up beside me. The kitchen is small but clean, with one entire counter filled with various liquors and another fully stocked bar cart in the living room. A big bed is tucked into one corner by a window, topped with dark red blankets.
Most of the walls are lined with overfilled bookshelves, and a coffee table near the fainting couch is covered with papers and all kinds of spell ingredients. Off to one side is a carved wooden door leading into a bathroom.
Silas’s dorm is busy but not messy. When I glance at him, he’s analyzing me as thoroughly as I was his personal space.
“Do you like it?”
“That’s not important. It’s your dorm, not mine.”
He hesitates, rubbing the back of his neck. “It is important, actually. I want you to be comfortable here. No one else has ever been in here since I made it into my own months ago.”
“Not even Sierra?”
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