Divine Fate (Cursed Legacies, #4)

by Morgan B. Lee

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.

“You’re all sadists,” I mutter at the gods. Ironically, that makes me being related to them make some sense.

“I did try to prevent this,” she goes on, not even flinching at the cold emanating from me. “If you four had just accepted my rejection at the beginning, you would have had a different keeper, and none of this would have happened. Unfortunately for you, that was your one chance out. Now, I’d sooner raise myself from the dead than let you go.”

“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.

“I got one good thing in life. You. And just like that, you were gone. Dead in my arms. Do you have any fucking idea what that did to me?”

"My pleasure. My pain. Whatever shattered pieces are left of me, they’re all yours. I’m yours.”

I fix him with a firm look even as I try not to smile. “Not cute. I see ghosts and reap souls. I’m the daughter of Death.” “Sure, and you’re also so. Fucking. Cute.

Is this what nervous feels like with a heart? Ugh. Hearts are such fucking drama queens.

“Wow. You really put the bitch in obituary, don’t you?”