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He’s been making one-sided small talk the entire time, unaware of my growing appreciation for impaling insect corpses up in such a macabre display.
You have absolutely no fucking idea.
if you work hard and watch your back, you will thrive here at Everbound University.”
Because of course legacies are mandated to study in a godsdamned castle.
like a rose perched at the tip of a bloodied knife. On second thought, maybe I will enjoy this place after all.
She gives Wednesday vibes SO HARD. I love it
“Are you certain?” I meet his gaze. “Depends. Are you a necromancer?” He rears back, almost choking. “Of course not!” “Then I’m certain.”
Just think of that before talking about the creatures there with such levity again.” Touchy subject.
The Seeking. When the gods reveal which quintet a legacy is meant to belong with. In other words, total bullshit.
the no-killing rule is especially strict about roommates. So play nice.” Make me.
I learned long ago, in the most brutal ways possible, that playing nice with others is an excellent way to get killed.
“Forced to come here. Unlikely to survive. Got it.”
They pay me no heed—no one does, because I keep my head down and slip through the crowd at just the right speed to blend in perfectly.
I look pointedly down at his flaccid, lipstick-and-sex-juice-covered dick. “Hard pass. Besides, your little soldier obviously didn’t get the more-than-ready memo.”
Gag me with a knife.
I look him in the eye and speak clearly so his single functioning brain cell will understand. “You don’t want to test me. Move.”
By the time the vamp even realizes I’ve moved, the dagger is already jammed up between his ribs, twisting into his heart deep enough that the tips of my fingers sink into the new hole in his chest that’s already gushing blood.
through his quickly blackening skin. It’s an agonizing sensation. I would know.
“Congratulations. You got to see me snap.” The vampire’s eyes widen just before he goes utterly still.
These legacies don’t have to worry about me not being monstrous enough for this place. They have no idea what they just let in.
I love her. So. So much.
The moment I enter my new dorm, a shrill squeal assaults my eardrums. “Oh my gods! You’re here!”
Oh nooooo 😂🤣
“Maven.” “Nice to meet ya, Maven. Can I call you May? I’m gonna call you May. Did you just get here? Where are your things?”
Gods. Does she even breathe between words?
“That’s a lot of paintings.” “Did I not make the slut thing clear? I’m very open about it.”
Ok. Now I love her too
anyway! Is that how you grew up? What are your parents like?” “Dead.”
I decide to hold off on the spider eggs. For now.
I’m your girl because I’ve made the gossip mill my little bitch.” The corner of my lips twitch. So far, she’s not as annoying as I expected. She might even be…tolerable. “A tour would be useful,” I decide.
I sidestep away from the contact. She gives me a curious look, but then she earns her first real brownie points as a roommate when she gets it, no questions asked, and gives me a thumbs-up.
Dragon shifter. I can’t see him clearly from here, but I can tell he’s a huge, naked mass of solid, tanned muscles.
Fascinating. They really do care about their power games, don’t they?
to distract her, I mutter, “Touching through clothes isn’t completely unbearable.” Kenzie blinks. “Oh. Okay, that’s good to know.
Yikes. “No hugging. Ever.”
Meanwhile, I put a limp dick hex on the asshole vampire who was bullying her. Basically, being stuck in the same room as her has not been the worst arrangement.
"I promise." It's an easy compromise because I won’t have a quintet. I plan to reject any matches I get.
We are all safe because of the Immortal Quintet,”
The audience claps while I roll my eyes. Safe. Such a subjective term.
but first, she will seek out the keepers chosen by the gods to lead their quintets. If you are identified as a keeper, please come forward and wait for your individual divination of matches.”
“Not everyone, but you do. Good luck.”
know you far better than you might think. Perhaps better than you know yourself.” What a creepy thing to say. It almost makes me like her.
Crypt DeLune. An incubus better known as the Nightmare Prince.
Everett Frost, heir of the wealthiest family of legacies in existence.
Baelfire Decimus’s amber eyes gleam with nothing short of hunger as he flashes me a toothy smile.
Fuck my life. Why did my matches all have to be as high profile as possible? This is ridiculous. The gods must be laughing at me right now.
It's fucking impossible to tell what this caster is thinking. I like that. She's a pretty little enigma.
I'm going to covet the fuck out of my mate. Keep her safe and very sated.
Of the four of us, I'm bound to be Maven's favorite. They’ll all be jealous motherfuckers. I can't wait.
She must be nervous. I guess that's not surprising—I’d be overwhelmed if I were a sweet, quiet little wallflower being matched to such well-known legacies like us, too.
Oh buddy. Oh no.
Might be an issue for Frost since he was born with a silver spoon stuck up his ass.” “Fuck off, dragon,” Everett mutters.
Crypt slowly dons a creepy smirk like the psychotic fucker thinks this shit is amusing.
we all know you guys deserve a better keeper. As Baelfire so sweetly insinuated, the four of you are completely out of my league."
There’s no point dragging this on, so I’ll be on my way. Let’s not cross paths again. Better luck next time.” And then my pretty little enigma just walks away, leaving the four of us to gawk after her in disbelief. Better luck next time?
