Page 102 of The Cruelest Undead

“We need to tell you something. Jacques and I have information that we didn’t share with you.”

“Okay. What?” she asked.

I want to go on the record and say I was innocent in all of this. I was stuck going for the ride. I’m the alibi. Or is that the getaway driver?

“Rinnon! Shut up,” Flynn said. “You were just as culpable.”

Jolie lifted a brow when she heard her other mate in her head. Yeah, she’d been right.

This stunk.

It stunk like a domineering husband, Death, and a demon God trying to circumnavigate their wife for‘her own good’.

“What happened?” she asked, being calm.

Flynn owned it.

“Clariel called to me one day. Mathew was off, and I got her out of Paris.”

This was nothing new.

“I recall. Continue.”

He did.

“Well, later that night, when you were busy with something, we went back for Mathew, and we put him down.”

There.

It was said.

They let Jolie believe he died, but they never admitted it was by their hands. Honestly, they knew it was for the best. He was a danger to her heart and soul, and as her husbands, it was their job to protect her.

That hung there.

Finally, she spoke.

“So you executed him?”

Flynn nodded.

They took him apart piece by piece to make sure that he never hurt you.

Jesus.

H.

Christ.

The demon God was trying to get them murdered. That was the only explanation.

RINNON!

Jolie stared at her mates, and weighed what they were saying. She kept her mind carefully blank, so that Moe, Larry, and Curly couldn’t tell what she was thinking.

“I see.”

At those two paltry two words, Death tried to explain to her.

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