Page 148 of The Cruelest Undead

Flynn felt the wave of love from Jacques, and he knew he appreciated what he had done.

Oui. We’re just cuddling. Thank you for always having my back and thinking about my heart. I love you, Flynn. Forever.

You’d better believe it,he said, and then, Flynn closed off the connection to give them the privacy that they deserved.

Moving around the scene, the place felt absolutely desolate. It was a definite dead zone.

“Was this all that you found when you saw the body?” Flynn asked.

Rinnon was inside of him scanning, and there was nothing off there—minus the creep factor making the demon God twitchy. The area felt like an actual cemetery.

In this case, that was a good thing.

“For here, yes, but around the corner, in a private part of the cemetery is where Marie Laveau’s crypt is. That’s when we realized that this was worse,” Seth admitted.

Well, then, that’s where he needed to be. He’d never come to Marie Laveau’s grave.

Why?

He knew what darkness lurked, and honestly, he dealt with plenty of dark magick.

“Show me. Well, Rinnon. He wants to sniff it. That’s his kink.”

Immediately, he protested.

My kink is bending over my mates and taking their ass, Flynn. You’re just lucky I can’t reach your ass with your dick or I’d take you too.

You’re weird.

You don’t say? I’m also a lusty God who likes to have his mates at his whim.

Focus. I have to work here. You giving me an erection while I do it isn’t fun.

Since he wanted to get out of there as soon as possible, Rinnon did what he asked. He continually scanned the area as Flynn carted him over to the grave.

Yeah, that’s when he knew one hundred percent that something supernatural had been there.

The very old, thick crypt was cracked open, and again, the statues all around it had fallen. There were broken angels everywhere.

That’s apropos,Rinnon admitted.

You’re telling me.

This creep fest was saying a lot for them. Now, Flynn was feeling it in the air. It was heavy and making him twitchy too, and he didn’t think it had anything to do with Rinnon being edgy either.

Because he had no choice, Flynn leaned over the crypt and stared into the emptiness. That unlocked memories that he didn’t want to come back. In his mind, he saw flashes of when he’d been held captive and tortured in a similar crypt.

From inside him, Rinnon used his gifts to dull that terror he was feeling.

Now that he knew about Flynn’s fears of being locked in a crypt, he’d do whatever he could to save him from that.

When that calmness washed over him, he knew where it had come from.

Thank you.

You are welcome, my friend.

“Yeah, nothing is left. All the bones are gone and the material too.”

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