Page 13 of The Cruelest Undead

How could he not?

The dead had been resurrected and were in his freaking kitchen standing between the wine chiller and the dishwasher.

It was freak-out time.

Only, he wasn’t the only one taking that little journey with him.

Immediately, the second that Flynn told them who they were, his dead parents, Jacques was in panic mode trying to figure this out.

Okay, not Jacques.

Death.

He was losing his shit, and that was saying a lot since Jacques tended to be fairly calm.

Death was in a tizzy.

“Oh, holy shit,” Jacques said, his eyes bleeding red as he tried to sort this out.

In that lair, there was onlyONEcreature who could bring the dead back.

Oh, and there was no way that he reanimated two humans and brought them back to life without being aware of it.

Bringing back the dead was a complicated thing, and not something that could be done with just a snap.

It was a spell.

An old spell so deeply ingrained into who he was, that yes, he could just think it, and make it happen, but no one else could.

This took magick.

Deep.

Dark.

Magick.

So, for Jacques, that meant one thing. That only left two other people beside him that could make this happen, and they weren’t currently in the room.

Fate.

Or Rinnon.

Fate wouldn’t bring back Flynn’s parents—since that might make him happy.

Oh, this was problematic and in a million different ways too.

The dead, once their soul was removed, never came back the same.

A damn good example of this was when Jolie died and came back the Harbinger.

A creature came back altered, and with a little more, or less, under the hood.

Another example was that Flynn died and came back a vessel for Rinnon.

Something always changed, and with the two‘humans’in their lair, that told him this was going to cause one hell of an issue.

Someone used some magick they weren’t supposed to use.

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