Page 163 of The Cruelest Undead

Maybe their luck had changed.

After raising Mambo, they would do what no child wanted. They were going to drop in with their dead parent.

Oh, how could this go wrong?

In so many ways,Flynn whispered into her mind.This is going to go south. Bet on it.

On that, she agreed.

“He’s not going to be happy to see us,” she admitted. “In fact, her son is going to lose it. He practices Voodoo like his mother, so…”

They had to expect the meltdown and a retaliation of sorts. They knew that basically, someone was going to be throwing herbs at Rinnon, and trying to vanquish the demons.

Great.

Only, what choice did they have?

“We’ll have Vanth to pop in and stop him if he tries to do something with those herbs,” Jolie suggested.

I really hate it when they throw that shit at me. It makes me cranky.

You’re always cranky, Rinnon. Always.

Well, you try cramming yourself into a human. It’s not fun, Flynn. It’s organ-y in here. I feel like a turducken. Or is that a hu-demon? My wings are getting wrinkled.

He just shook his head.

They had other issues to worry about other than Rinnon’s comfort levels.

They had a city to save.

A vampyre to put down.

Oh, and two antiquities to find.

Yeah, there were more important things on their plates than Rinnon bitching.

“We might need more firepower than this,” Seth said, pointing at them. “Cerise is gone, Logan walked away, and here we are, ready to walk into a Voodoo shop.”

“I can bring them back. If we need them, I’ll snap their asses here, along with a witch, a guardian, and a demon.”

“We are absolutely batshit insane,” Tommy said. “We’re about to raise the dead, when we know raising the dead is the one thing that’s going to bite us in the ass.”

Flynn shrugged.

“New Orleansis survival of the fittest.”

And craziest.

Apparently.

The ways that this could go horribly wrong were endless.

They all knew that.

“Well, family? Let’s go raise the dead and steal us a Voodoo practitioner,” Flynn said.

Yep.

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