Page 19 of The Cruelest Undead

Oh, because that’s absolutely what this was.

ONE.

HOT.

MESS.

Reaching for Jolie’s mind, he moved around freely in her head, and that’s when he found it.

Yep.

She’d summoned them back.

Jesus.

There was a spell, and it was a spell that only he was privy to. It was from Death’s repertoire and something very private that had been passed down from the mother of all mothers.

Lilith.

There was only one creature, other than him, that could have access to that spell.

Their mate.

Oh, holy Hell’s bells, this was a problem.

Rinnon!he called, reaching for him.Answer me! We have an issue!

It didn’t take long for the demon God to answer him, and he sounded testy.

Oh, well, Death was too.

This was breaking the rules, and he was in charge of this mess now. Had this been Fate, he could bust her chops, but this was from their camp.

Thus, his clusterfuck.

I’m a little busy here. Flynn won’t come out. I can’t get him to come to the surface. Can this wait?

No.

No, it couldn’t.

When you were doing the spell to block us from Fate, what did you see in my mind?he asked, curiously.

This was why he didn’t let his family play willy-nilly in his head.

This.

Right.

Here.

That had to be when it happened.

It had been the last time Rinnon had been freely allowed into his thoughts and he’d been distracted by some truly amazing sex.

It was good, wasn’t it?

It’s not the time to be proud. Just answer the question, Rinnon. We have a potential mess here.

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