Page 118 of The Cruelest Undead

Well, that sounded ominous.

With a nod, he walked back through, sealing it behind him.

The whole time, Jolie said nothing, but Flynn could hear her heart pounding in her chest. She was scared, and so was he.

“He’s risking everything for us,” Flynn admitted. “When Fate is free, it’s going to be a free-for-all, and we’re dead ducks.”

That was an understatement.

Jolie closed her eyes, and Flynn knew she was thinking the same thing he was. Jacques would be her target first and foremost.

Then, it would be them.

“Did someone just walk through the wall?” Logan asked, getting everyone’s attention.

Everyone answered at once.

“YES.”

Flynn knew they had no time to revisit this over and over again.

“Okay, all the cops with me, Vamps guard the house, and Jolie?” he asked, saying her name.

When she looked over, he stared into her eyes.

“You can hold this ridiculous grudge, but when we’re annihilated in twenty-four hours, you will have regrets, or you can say you’re sorry and love him. The choice is yours, but be a better person than this, because frankly, I’m disappointed in you.”

She opened her mouth, but he didn’t give her time. Flynn waved his hand, and sent her to Death’s realm without either’s permission.

And that was how he planned on fixing it. The war would be there, and his mate would be safe.

Mostly.

Well, that was being bossy. I like it. It seems you are getting to know me and be more like me. Way to abscond my powers and use them too.

Not a compliment.

It is for me.

Flynn wasn’t going there.

“Detectives Grayson, Gress, and Wilder, get your asses to a car. We have a morgue to hit, and ID to get, and then a cemetery to visit. It’s about to be a long-ass day where we’re targets.”

Vanth knew she was on deck.

“Want me to wait until you call?” she asked, chewing at the same time.

He nodded, choosing to ignore the person in her teeth. You got accustomed to it.

“Mathew is cloaked, so we can’t find him, but he also won’t know we’re here. That buys us some time. Maybe, if we’re lucky, he didn’t come back with all of his memories, and he won’t think to look for us here. I wouldn’t be worried except he reanimated a voodoo practitioner that’s going to be a pain in our asses at some point.”

“I hate Voodoo,” Percy said.

He laughed.

“Yeah, me too, Percy. Me too. Welcome back to NOLA, Family. It’s about to get Voodoo-y up in here as we get our asses whipped around the city.”

How did he know?

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