Divine Fate (Cursed Legacies, #4)

by Morgan B. Lee

I hold up a hand, not in the mood to deal with his big, fat mouth. “You have thirty seconds to get all comments about my face out of your system. If you say another word after that, I’ll freeze your tongue, snap it off, and shove it up your ass.”

“We get it,” Baelfire yawns. “He’s scary. Big whoop. No need to keep yapping.” The Nether caster rolls his eyes. “You’re as bad as Maven. She once threatened to sew my mouth shut with my own shredded tongue if I didn't stop talking, and I’d barely even said ten words to her.” Crypt sighs wistfully, looking out over the white winter landscape like he wishes he could be at Everbound right now. “That's our girl.”

“Hey. We have a surprise you’ll like. Silas, show her.” He frowns. “Show her what?” “You know. The thing in your pocket.” He continues to look mystified. Maven tips her head. “Is that an innuendo? Is the thing in his pocket his cock?” “No,” I sigh, standing to approach Silas. “Your fae is just fucking delusional right now. Silas. Give it.” I reach for his jacket pocket, but he grabs my hand to stop me, scowling. “What the hell are you⁠—” “Just take it out,” I snap. He clearly thinks I’m the one who’s lost my mind. Crypt is openly laughing as he enjoys watching all of this, while Everett looks like he’s questioning how his life brought him to this exact moment.

“What’s a realistic amount of time we can stay in bed without the world ending?” I check, already kissing down Everett’s jaw as Crypt’s hand ventures around my leg to drag teasingly through my dripping pussy. “Screw realistic,” Everett groans when I bite his neck none too gently. “Let the world end.”

My keeper’s attention moves to the dead changelings. “How disturbed do you think Asher Douglas will be if we ask him to move the bodies to the dungeon?” “Extremely,” I decide. She smiles. “Excellent.”