Page 217 of The Cruelest Undead

They’d do this without her. Then, he’d make sure they were all situated.

“Vanth, go make sure she’s safe. Kiera, you’re with us. Alex, I’m sorry to separate you and your mate, but your sister needs a babysitter, and if she needs someone, you’re her blood.”

He nodded.

“Be safe, my witch,” he said, kissing his woman before being zapped back home.

“Mind the manor, Vanth.”

She nodded and curtsied with a flourish.

“I’ll make sure Cerise and the detective pop into the house, and not Louisa’s grave site to give you privacy to do this. Louisa deserves it.”

Yeah, she did.

He appreciated that.

As everyone was gone, Death stood beside his mate as they waited for Mambo to get her shit together.

Literally.

She packed up the spell items to do the magick at the gravesite.

“I’ll be back, Son,” Mambo said. “Stay inside, and keep the shop closed. They are hunted, and what chases them might come here.”

He nodded.

“Yes, Mom. You’re coming back, right?” he asked.

She looked at Flynn.

“Am I?”

He didn’t see why not.

“Yes.”

That seemed to settle the man’s nerves down. He didn’t look ready to bolt.

Well, not as much.

With that, Flynn waved his arm, and they were off.

It was time to find that sword and make this nightmare end.

Fate wasn’t going to win this round.

It wasn’t happening.

Chapter Fourteen

Somewhere Nearby

Plotting and Planning

Same Time

Time: Less Than Twelve Hours…

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