Page 191 of The Cruelest Undead

“Nope. That could kill you. Like I said, think fruit-based things or tea. No meat, and certainly not cookies,” she said, pointing to the ingredients the woman had been gathering to make her son cookies.

He looked horrified.

When his wife elbowed him, he sipped the tea, and swallowed it like a trooper.

Mina laughed.

“Your son is just like you. We did this with Flynn too, once upon a time.”

Flynn’s father put his cup down.

“Is he happy?” he asked.

They both sat there, waiting.

“With Jolie and Jacques or with being Rinnon’s vessel?” Mina asked.

“All of that,” he answered.

“He’s madly, stupidly in love with Jolie and Jacques. He fought hard to be with them. As for Rinnon’s vessel, no other being was strong enough to be him.”

“But is he happy?”

Percy looked confused.

“It’s not a matter of happiness, Father of Flynn. It’s duty. Flynn is the most loyal and dedicated man I know. He was one of the only humans I truly believed in, and he is our friend. He does what he does because it’s his duty.”

Didn’t that say it all?

“Your son is a good man,” Mina admitted. “In a world where people would kill us and destroy my mate simply because he isn’t‘human’, Flynn has always put his body in front of this family. His family.”

Flynn’s mother stood.

“I’m going to make those cookies now. His wife doesn’t feed him enough.”

Percy laughed.

“He won’t gain weight. He’s immortal. How you see him now is how he will be forever.”

She shrugged.

“I don’t know how much time we have here. I need to give him this so when we are gone, he’ll have this memory.”

Mina understood.

“Let me help you, Barb.”

And she did.

Together, they made cookies, laughed, and talked about the man they all loved.

Because time was fleeting.

And that was a constant.

Chapter Twelve

The Lair

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