Shadow Heart (CURSED LEGACIES #2) by Morgan B Lee EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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MAVEN
Growing up in hell, I was taught to appreciate a beautifully broad
spectrum of pain. I was conditioned to have a high tolerance for it and
learned it can be a great distraction. A tool.
Although right now, my world is nothing but pain—nothing but blazing
agony emanating throughout my limbs and blurring every thought in my
head until I’m paralyzed and delirious.
Which is why, at first, I’m certain I’m imagining things when I hear
them shouting from some watery, distant universe.
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“Maven!”
“No!”
An ear-splitting roar like a dragon’s is cut off suddenly by the sound of
an explosion. I wonder if that explosion damaged me in some way. If it did,
I can’t feel it over the agony encompassing everything else. There’s more
shouting before I realize two of them are at each other’s throats.
“She’s in pain. I’m healing her. Move.”
“She said no one. Lay a single finger on her, and I’ll rip it off and shove
it through your eyeball.”
Their fighting blends into the background as I hear a soft voice above
me. Cool fingers stroke over my face tenderly, the only pleasant thing I’ve
been able to feel since coming back with this damned poison scorching
through my system.
“I’m sorry. This is my fault. I was selfish with you. Dear gods, I’m so, so
sorry.”
His broken whisper turns into a prayer to Galene, the goddess of
healing. Which is how I know I’m more delirious than I thought. Because
that one would never pray for me. None of them would because I was
nothing but the target of a bet to them. This must all be wishful thinking in
my poor, pain-addled mind.
The voices blur together. Someone snaps that they have to get me out of
the room, and someone else is swearing profusely. There’s also nonstop
screaming in the background…oh wait, that’s just me in my own mind. I
can’t make my mouth move to make that sound, so I suppose I’m stuck with
it echoing in my head.
Nightshade root powder is a bitch.
Finally, I reach my limit, and my mind starts to drift the way it always
has when I’ve disassociated to deal with pain. I’ve been here many times—
it’s my own particular form of subspace, free of my harsh reality. In this
oblivion, there’s no looming, blood-oath-bound mission with a tragic end
waiting for me. There’s no ache in my chest from naively allowing four
gorgeous legacies to fuck me for sport.
Right now, it’s just me and my inner darkness.
So peaceful.
But when I rouse again, the excruciating pain is still coursing through
me. The softness at my back must mean I’m lying on a bed, no longer in the
headmaster’s office. I keep my breathing even and listen carefully. For a
moment, there’s nothing, but then it sounds like a door opens.
There’s a quiet shuffling sound as if someone is setting things down, and
then a hand brushes hair from my forehead. That hand drifts down to press
just below my clavicle, the touch so brief and methodical that it doesn’t
trigger my haphephobia.
Silas’s hoarse voice murmurs, “I don’t understand. You’re breathing, so
where is your heartbeat?”
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