Page 103 of The Cruelest Undead

“Mon Amour, he was killing indiscriminately, and he was on my reaping list. I told Flynn, and we handled it. There was nothing else we could do about it. He wasn’t salvageable.”

Jolie crossed her arms.

That said it all.

Then, she repeated herself.

“I see.”

This is bad, isn’t it? Is ‘I see’ like ‘fine’?Rinnon inquired.Asking for the one mate who is trapped inside this subpar vessel, and who isn’t sure it will hold up against a woman’s wrath.

Flynn let the subpar go. They had a whole other issue that was far more worrisome.

Yep. Just as bad. It’s right up there with ‘oh, okay’ and ‘do you know why I’m angry’? Basically, we’re fucked.

“Jolie?” Flynn asked, when she said nothing.

Instead of answering, Jolie went to walk past them, and Flynn grabbed her arm. When he did, she reacted, and tried to toss him away from her.

Only, he was housing a God who weighed a ton, so that didn’t happen.

I’m only skin and bones, as your mother said. How could I be fat?

Rinnon. Can you not?

He got quiet.

“Let go of me, Flynn.”

“Jolie, you’re angry at the wrong people. He was killing humans, vampyres, and was out of control. He was being reaped. I handled it.”

Death tried to help.

“He was a bad vamp, Jolie. His mind…”

She pointed at both of them, and pulled her arm free from Flynn.

“I’m not angry you killed him. I have no doubt Fate put him on the list for a freaking reason. I’mPISSEDyou weren’t honest with me! We’re a team! We’re a family! It’s us against the world! Here, I find out that’s not the truth. That hurts more than you putting down a vampyre that hated me and was a danger to everyone.”

Oh, boy.

This was going to be far worse. Rage was one thing. Hurt was a whole other uphill battle.

“I’m sorry,” Flynn said.

Death took that moment to open his yap, and dig the hole a little deeper.

Why not?

This wasn’t bad enough.

“I’m not,” Jacques admitted. “I didn’t like him, and I enjoyed ending him. I won’t pretend. He was a pain in our asses from the day you saved him, and I say good riddance to bad rubbish.”

Oh, holy Hell’s bells.

Was his mate insane?

“Jacques,” Flynn said. “Not a good tone. How about we don’t get ourselves divorced?”

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