Page 181 of The Cruelest Undead

Deep down, he was well aware that there was no way he’d keep her in that cage for the full twenty-four hours. He knew Fate and what she was already planning.

How?

He peeked into the tapestry far enough back.

So now, it was time to be proactive.

Opening his palm, he saw the tiny little pill bugs. They reproduced quickly, and they would inundate her soil before she ever had a chance to get the garden repaired.

Again.

More importantly, they’d be his spies, and when they gave him information, he’d give them a second chance at life.

Yes, he told his mates he couldn’t bring people back due to the tapestry, but he knew that was a lie. He had a bunch that would be returning to help them stay ahead of Fate.

Sue him.

Death was never to be trusted.

“Make yourself scarce, and report back to me.”

The bugs rolled in his hands like the little roly-polies they were.

He dropped them into the dirt, and then pulled the tiny vial of blood from his pocket to see how much time they had left before Fate was back to screwing with them.

There was less and less, and he knew the truth.

They had a problem.

A big one.

He was right.

They didn’t have twenty-four hours. They had even less. In twelve hours, Fate would be free, and if Mathew was alive, the shit would hit the fan.

For all of them.

* * *T u e u r A n t i q u i t i e s* **

Magick Shop

The French Quarter

One P.M.

When Flynn popped them into the alley next to the Voodoo shop, the coast was clear.

Seth, their human detective had alerted his partner as to where they would be, and the man was standing there.

Waiting.

Apparently, he needed something, and they all knew what.

Cerise.

Well, the romantic in him knew the truth. He wanted that for both of them.

As for their other mate, Jacques had popped back to his realm to check on Fate, and he would be joining them as soon as he could.

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