Page 186 of The Cruelest Undead

The blood spell is running out faster than I anticipated. We have until midnight at the most. We’re running out of time before Fate is free, and all hell breaks loose. We don’t have time.

Oh, no.

Shit. That’s not good,Flynn admitted, from deep within his body.

Jacques was aware.

We need to pick up the pace or we have a problem. Fate has already begun planning our destruction if we don’t find a way to protect ourselves. That’s going to take a sacrifice bigger than us. Trust me when I say you don’t want to know what that sacrifice will be.

When Jacques set the man free, he slid down the wall and into his mother’s arms.

That’s when he explained.

“We need your mother to find two particular relics for us. She’s agreed to help us.”

Let me compulse him. I don’t like how he’s looking at us, like he has a spell.

Death warned him.

He’s warded. You won’t be able to. Let’s try talking first, and if that doesn’t work…I can handle him.

From where the man sat on the floor, he looked scared. Then again, no one could blame him.

“Then what? She goes back?” he asked. “Then you let her die on me again?”

Jacques let his eyes go green, and he chilled out, trying to calm the man down.

“I won’t be putting her back. We aren’t sure if there’s a time limit on her being here, or not. She was necromanced, and not brought back by me.”

He wasn’t lying.

Before he came here, he popped in to check on Flynn’s parents, and they were being kept company by Mina and Percy.

They seemed normal. Well, from what Flynn’s memories had of them.

Mambo’s son wasn’t having it.

“What can I do to keep her? I want a guarantee. I want to know she is not leaving me. You let her die once!”

What was this insanity?

“She’s not a pet,” Rinnon said. “She’s a being without a soul. We don’t know how long she has. Death isn’t lying, and we can’t answer that.”

At one time, he’d remember, but Flynn’s Little League years were stealing space.

Don’t! If you erase them, I’m erasing your memories of sleeping with ten vampyre women at once.

That was all he had to say.

RINNON!Jolie hissed.Flynn, delete that!NOW!

Instead of answering, they focused on the situation at hand.

The priestess.

From the floor, Mambo hugged her son, and was grateful to see him again.

They didn’t have enough time together before she was dying. Now, all she wanted was to make sure they could reminisce and be happy.

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