Page 109 of The Cruelest Undead

Thankfully.

“That’s me. This is my partner, Tommy Gress, and we’re going to need your help.”

He stared at them like he was trying to put it together, but the pieces were scattered all over the place.

“Are you okay?” Tommy asked.

“I should know you, but I can’t seem to recall why I don’t. Have we met?”

“He’s going to need to know the truth, Flynn,” Tommy said. “You gotta uncloud his brain. We need him.”

Yeah, Tommy was right.

So, Flynn snapped his fingers. The second he did, the compulsion was gone, and the man blinked.

Then, he explained.

“You don’t know me because I’m no longer a cop, but I’m going to play one until we figure out where the antiquities I need are located.”

Logan stared at his partner.

“I’m confused. Why are we going to let him play cop, and was that really a bunch of zombies?”

Seth laughed.

“Oh, you’re about to be a million times more confused in the next few minutes. I suggest you buckle in, try to keep an open mind, and focus on the pretty lady sitting next to you. It’s going to be bumpy.”

How did he know?

He’d been locked in a room and held with a bunch of vamps until he realized Clariel was meant to be his. This man’s life was never going to be the same again.

EVER.

Flynn explained.

“What happened is magick, and someone is trying to mess with us. We have to find two antiquities before someone raises all the dead inNew Orleans.”

He blinked.

“Is this real?” he asked.

Oh, it was very real.

And it was about to get dangerous.

For all of them.

* * *T u e u r A n t i q u i t i e s* * *

Death’s Realm

Same Time

Death knew the moment Fate appeared, and he knew that she was going to be there to gloat.

Only, he had a few tricks up his sleeve to combat Fate’s ridiculousness.

Mainly, he had her blood.

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