Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
I glare at Natalya, willing her to read my mind for once.
Her eyes glow blue just as I push the thought at her.
Let me leave a note.
Asking this immortal bitch for any favors sits like acid in my stomach, especially when she giggles and reaches up to pat my head condescendingly.
“A note? How utterly soft you’ve gone over such a weakling!”
I certainly wouldn’t describe myself as soft when I’m thinking of Maven. My stunning keeper makes me hard all the damn time without even being the wiser.
Hearing my thoughts, Natalya wrinkles her face. “I saw her at the ball, and I’d hardly describe that as stunning. But then, there’s no accounting for taste. Except in this case, I suppose it makes sense—she did look rather corpse-like. Like father, like son.”
It takes a miraculous level of self-control to keep my thoughts in check. But when miniature fissures in Limbo appear in the room, and everything begins to float, I know I’m dangerously close to letting my fury get the best of me.
Comparing me to Somnus has always been Natalya’s favorite button to push. It’s the one thing that sickens me more than anything.
But I would do anything for my dark little darling, so I ask Natalya again, this time politely.
After Natalya’s eyes stop glowing, they “grant me the privilege” of letting me use Melvolin’s stationery to leave a letter that Engela surprisingly offers to deliver. I write quickly and discreetly slip Somnus’s stolen item into the envelope before sealing it. I then write three more letters addressed to the other members of my quintet.
Because if I’m going to be forced to leave Maven for any amount of time, those clueless wankstains are going to need a reminder of what I’ll do to them if they let our girl come to harm.
MAVEN
Advanced Combat Theory was a bore. Not a single cracked skull to be found, just a petite water elemental professor giving a long-winded lecture about her favorite defense strategies. She openly glared at me several times, which I found odd until I saw the stars in her eyes whenever her gaze lingered on Everett. Which happened to be for most of the class period.
For reasons I have yet to determine, that bothered me.
Not that I blame her for staring because everyone stares at the gorgeous ice elemental.
He ditches our quintet immediately without looking back as soon as the lunch break starts. Silas and Baelfire say nothing about it. Come to think of it, there’s been an uncharacteristic lack of barbed comments from either of them toward the ice elemental all morning.
But it’s clear that, outside of necessary training, Everett wants nothing to do with me.
I remind myself that the feeling should be mutual.
I’d hoped lunch would allow me enough time to search for the changeling. Instead, we’re given fifteen minutes to eat in the awkwardly silent dining hall under the watchful eyes of big, burly legacies. They were clearly brought here to act as the Immortal Quintet’s muscle whenever they can’t be bothered to show up. These unofficial wardens are full-fledged legacies—I even see keeper emblems on a couple of the strangers’ necks or peeking out from their sleeves.
Their presence is making all students equally antsy. I notice Kenzie’s quintet at a nearby table, and they’re all glaring at the newcomers. Even Vivienne looks like she wants to use her elemental wind abilities to blast them out of this room.
Luka catches my eye and raises his eyebrows, silently asking if I’ve found anything about his missing keeper.
I hold up a finger to indicate I’ll need more time. In return, he flips me off and goes back to his blood bag.
Baelfire scowls down at the plate in front of me. “You need to eat more than that.”
All entrees for lunch today included copious amounts of meat. I’m fine with my bread and steamed vegetables, plus whatever this wobbly green substance is. I poke it tentatively with my fork, certain it isn’t meant for consumption.
Silas’s lips twitch. “It’s called Jell-O.”
“What is it made out of?” I ask, bewildered.
“Food coloring and happiness. Here, try some,” Bael encourages, offering me a spoonful.
“This will shock you, but I possess the mystical ability to feed myself,” I inform him.
“Come on, Mayflower. Humor me.”
Damn it, his smile is too charming. Deciding to just get this over with, I slurp the wobbly block of green off his spoon and immediately choke on it, eyes watering as I splutter and shake my head.
Ew. What the hell? They actually like this?
“That is revolting,” I decree.
Baelfire laughs at my reaction. “Good to know. I’ll add it to our long, growing list of mortal enemies.”
Silas also seems amused for a second before his gaze skims over the room around us, and his eye twitches. Suddenly, he winces and grips the side of his head, his breathing growing erratic.
“Silas?” I tense.
He drops his forehead to roll it back and forth on the table, muttering under his breath in nonsensical fae. Bael grimaces, glancing around as he gives the blood fae a shake.
“Not a good time to lose it, Si. People will notice. Focus on Maven.”
I blink. “Why me?”
“Because you’re his sunflower or whatever.”
It takes me a moment to piece that one together. “
Sangfluir?”
“Yeah, that.”
Silas bangs his head on the table, growling something at no one in particular. When nearby legacies glance in our direction, a surprising wave of protectiveness sweeps over me. I quickly tangle my gloved fingers in Silas’s hair and tug on the dark, wavy strands until he’s forced to look up at me. His scarlet eyes are wild as they bounce around my face without recognition.
His curse really is corroding his mind away.
“Eireach chial, thiga ais thu’ganh,”
I murmur in fae.
Come back to me, handsome lunatic.
Silas’s pupils slowly dilate to normal. He stares at me, looking steadily more like himself until he reaches out to trail his fingertips over the hair beside my temple. He opens his mouth to say something, but we’re interrupted by the magical tolling of the bell that tells us the lunch break is over.
Baelfire grumbles unhappily about me not eating enough as we leave the dining hall along with dozens of other legacies on their way to combat class. The class schedule indicated they would be held outside in the training fields, so everyone is murmuring with excitement at the prospect of finally setting foot outside after being cooped up for three days.
As we wait in the large corridor to be let out into the training fields, I stare down all nearby legacies one by one. They meet my gaze with varying levels of wariness, irritation, contempt, or outright offense—but it allows me to check their pupils for any signs of the changeling.
But my staring contests end too early as Coach Gallagher steps into the hall where we all wait, scratching one of his ears as he studies the group.
“The wards locking down Everbound have been extended, so now they encompass the courtyards, training fields, and all of Everbound Forest,” he announces.
Several legacies clap or cheer.
“Yeah, yeah, don’t get too excited,” the instructor huffs. “Doesn’t change the fact that we’re still under lockdown and can’t contact the outside world, but whatever. Today, you’ll be training with the unmatched legacies who picked combat as their individual emphasis. Your quintets will each be assigned a specific location to reach within Everbound Forest. The goal is to get to your location alive as a unit, while the unmatched legacies’ goal will be to pick off every matched legacy they can. Not to mention, watch out for other quintets, and I suggest guarding your keepers at all costs. Especially the weak ones, like atypical casters.”
Coach Gallagher tosses me a meaningful look, which makes a few legacies laugh despite Baelfire’s warning growl. The loudest chuckle comes from Brooks, the buzzed-headed, green-eyed legacy who approached us during the Matched Ball. He’s standing nearby with his all-male quintet, sneering at me.
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