Page 139 of The Cruelest Undead

Our wife kills everyone?Jacques offered, proving that he, too, was also lurking.

All around them, they heard Jolie’s laughter, and that said it all.

I do love dancing. I’ll find an outfit in case we need to go. Count me in.

Great.

How could this go wrong?

This was exactly why he was going to try and avoid that at all costs.

When they finally got outside, they found the human detective in the vehicle, but Cerise was nowhere to be found.

Immediately, Flynn began worrying. While she was marked, it was still daylight, and that was draining. He didn’t understand why she wasn’t where he left her.

“Where’s Cerise?” Flynn asked.

Logan pointed toward the park not far away.

“She hauled ass to get away from me.”

Flynn lifted a brow.

“Why did she do that?”

Logan went there.

“She is a vampyre. She has fangs and…and I don’t know what else.”

They all looked at him like he was three days past crazy. Flynn had fangs, and both men with him were mated to vampyres.

Fangs were the best part.

“And?” Flynn asked, betting this had something to do with them being mates. Apparently, the close quarters backfired.

Logan was blunt.

“They don’t exist. None of this can be real. None of it,” he said, repetitively as if he was trying to convince himself.

That did it.

They all laughed.

And laughed.

And laughed.

Oh, he was funny.

“Well, thanks for pointing that out, Detective. How did you get to be a detective by missing the big glaring fact that you’re absolutely wrong?”

Logan was so confused.

“She’s a monster.”

Oh, well, Flynn had news for him. Cerise couldn’t hurt him, but Flynn…he could, and he might if he didn’t stop with that word. His wife had once been a vampyre, and so had his other mate.

Flynn was curious.

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