Page 143 of The Cruelest Undead

“It’s not a human thing. It’s completely different. For me, I’d cross in a heartbeat. When you find your other half, you see more clearly, you have strength that you didn’t have, and you can see better in the dark. Why would I want to go back to being a plain old human? I’m a mate. That’s special.”

Logan sat there even more confused than he had been. He didn’t know what to think.

What he did know was that Cerise called to him on some deep level that he had no control over.

Would he be able to fight that for long?

He wasn’t sure.

It appeared they were going to find out.

Meanwhile…

When Flynn reached her, Cerise was sitting on the bench, staring off into space with her sunglasses on. He already knew why. Tommy was giving him an update in his head to help him.

When he sat, she didn’t even look over.

That was a bad sign.

“Hey, Honey, are you okay?” he asked. “I heard what happened between you and the detective.”

She still stared off into the distance.

“No, I’m not okay. Can I ask you something?” she inquired.

“Absolutely. What is it, Cerise?”

She went there.

“Can you unmark me?” she asked. “So I can have some peace?”

Flynn lifted a brow.

This was really bad.

“Why would I do that? Then, you will die. The sun would end you, Cerise.”

“I know.”

And then he got it.

“Honey, immolation is a bad way to go. It’s painful and brutal.”

That was what she wanted. Cerise didn’t want to live forever anymore, and why not go out in a blaze of glory?

Ashes to ashes.

Dust to dust.

She slowly turned her head, and he saw the tear slip down her cheek past the sunglasses.

“He’s already in a relationship. When he kissed me, my fang nicked his lip. I am in his head, and I see her. He has someone. I’m too late,” she admitted.

Oh, shit.

“Cerise.”

She wasn’t done.

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