Jacques did that annoyingly French, nonchalant shrug that was irritating as fuck.
And condescending.
Jolie stared at them, and then, it was said.
“Oh, okay.”
Rinnon cringed from inside his vessel. He’d learned a lot over the last two years, and all of it was how to stay in a relationship and not do stupid shit.
Flynn called it preservation.
And there it is. The trifecta. Someone’s ass is grass, and I’m glad it’s not mine.
Technically, it will be yours since you’re squatting in my body, Rinnon! Help the situation, unlike Jacques who clearly wants us dead!
Jacques just didn’t know when to quit despite them both begging him to do just that.
“Jolie, he was always trying to get into your pants, and when he couldn’t achieve that, he got bitchy. Then, he got bite-y, and was killing people. I’m not apologizing for ending him. I’m glad Fate put him on the list, and if he has the cross and sword, I’ll enjoy putting him back into my realm where I’ll really make him pay.”
It was unlike Jacques to revel in torture, but here they were.
Ahhhh, NOLA brought out the best in people.
Clearly.
“You should have told me.”
“NO. I didNOThave to tell you jack shit,” Jacques said, his eyes going from green to swirls of red. His body morphed, and he got bigger.
And angrier.
Oh, hell.
It was about to be nuclear. Death was getting cranky, Jolie was angry, and Flynn was trapped in between as the mediator.
Again.
Jacques laid down the law.
“I amDEATH. I don’t answer to a wife, a woman, or even Flynn. I keep you here, and I don’t have to explain my actions. Calling Flynn to help put him down…we enjoyed it. Are you satisfied?”
She stared at him.
Then, without another word, Jolie simply walked away.
At the house, she slammed the door, and that told them all they needed to know.
Flynn sighed.
AGAIN.
“Yeah, that went well,” he said, knowing they now had an even bigger mess.
Marital dispute.
Death shook out his feathers and rolled his neck as he tried to get back into control. There was only one thing that riled him up.
His woman.