Shadow Heart (Cursed Legacies, #2)

by Morgan B. Lee

Crypt is enjoying himself, too. He pulls a godsdamned sword out of Limbo and uses it to cut through several of the Undead horde.

"Sue me. It was just fucking adorable that you all wanted to fight me at once."

"This? I've always got it with me. It's enchanted to be both a sword and a lighter, whichever I need more."

so knowing that almost makes me like you." Crypt gags. "Never say that to me again, Frost."

No. I refuse to lose her. If my blood magic can't help Maven, then it needs to change. I need to change. My heart thunders as my entire world narrows in on this moment.

If I survive this, I'll be a necromancer. If I die, I die saving my blood blossom. Either way, I regret nothing.

I stare at the beautiful swirling markings on Crypt's neck. "I killed your father." "I know, darling. I left his corpse in Limbo for the wisps."

"My bad," I smile dangerously. "Let me try that again. Come with me, now." I expect her to be annoyed, but the prophetess laughs softly. "I should have known you would take after her," she murmurs. …What?

Somehow, without a heart and without the blessing of the gods… I've been bound to Silas Crane.