Divine Fate (Cursed Legacies, #4)

by Morgan B. Lee

Deep green runes slowly appear running down the snath, glowing faintly. Just being this close to the weapon is hair-raising, as if I'm about to touch a live wire. So, of course, I absolutely must touch it.

I glance up at the sky. “How about some divine providence before I freeze my ass off?” No response. Nice to know that divine nepotism isn’t on the table.

The reminders of her are agonizing. But I need that. It’s all I’ve been left with. I can’t handle losing anything else, so I preserved any trace of what I lost.

Those three turned into totally unhinged, brutal, violent psychopaths. We’re talking monster-level crazy.” And I thought I couldn’t wait to see them before.

It’s so sappy that I gag,

“You have got to be shitting me.” “I shit you not,”

I’m going after my feral dragon soon. I’m going after all of them with everything I’ve got. Cursed or not, they’re always going to be mine.

“Prove this is real,” I demand raggedly, closing my eyes when her fingers trace the scar down my neck to where it dips below my clothes. “Say it again.” If she’s real, I need her to ruin me again.

“I love you,” she admits quietly,

“Good thing you guys are already dead, or I’d have to kill you for seeing shit this embarrassing,” I grumble.

Why put them through this?” “Despite what is believed in the mortal world, we gods have no real control over soul matches. Whether those matches are platonic or epic loves, they are the design of fate itself, and fate is a force that even we gods must bow to,” Galene explains gently. “Whomever quintets belong with is out of our hands. I only foresaw that you would need your soul matches, though I admit that I did have to meddle in order to get all of your quintet to Everbound at the same time.

“Heal him now, ask me questions never,” I advise,

“cosmic cockroach”

“Tell me you did not just fucking ask me if I was sleeping with other women while I spent months in agony trying to remember how to fucking breathe without you,” he warns darkly.

“Leave me alone to rot,”

I’m about to shoo the chicken of death away, irked that these things have been following me.

“He’s actually a charismatic social butterfly whenever he’s not feral.

“How about you gaze into each other’s soulless eyes later? Your pet dragon is wrecking the library and we don’t have all day, so let’s get a fucking move on.”

Maven’s gaze turns piercing. “You promised to haunt me for the rest of our lives and into the Beyond. I refuse anything less, so take my fucking hand.”

“Not cute. I see ghosts and reap souls. I’m the daughter of Death.” “Sure, and you’re also so. Fucking. Cute.

I glare down at her. “Get close to any of them again, and I will split your skull open, scoop out what little brain matter exists in there, and shove it in your mouth so you can taste how stupid you are for trying to fuck with me.”

Gods, who didn’t my father know? A more sentimental person might see my paths crossing with so many lives he touched as fate, but to me, I’m starting to think my extroverted birth father needed to get a hobby or something.

His wariness means he doesn’t trust me still, which means we can’t possibly be categorized as friends. What a relief.

“We get it,” Baelfire yawns. “He’s scary. Big whoop. No need to keep yapping.”

“Deeply disturbed, but more yours than ever, thanafluir. The abysmal state of my mind is nothing compared to being apart from you.”

“We should give you more time to recover.” “Pass. Any other objections?”

Crypt, Everett, Baelfire, and I gather around to get a good look at this list. Crypt grins. “Written in crayon, as all good hit lists are.”

Oh, my gods. Not a single hesitation to jump to extremes. They’re all so fucking unhinged now. I love it.

“With all due respect, your mother is acutely terrifying.” “Thanks.”

“I’ve always wanted a quintet and babies and the whole nine yards but now that I have a little crotch goblin baking in my oven,

“That’s nice.” I don’t know what else to say, because none of this is relevant to me.

I’ll be back as quickly as I can, my love.” “Good. I’ll be in the arena waiting, covered in the blood of our enemies.” “Seduction at its finest,”

Still, just the sight of a mace makes me grin. I don’t know when maces went out of style as weapons in the mortal realm, but I intend to bring them back.

Gag me with a fucking knife.

I didn’t come this far to lose any of you, and now, all that’s left is a lifetime with the men I…love.”