Page 224 of The Cruelest Undead

“How did you know?” he asked.

She touched the stone around her neck.

“As soon as I heard you and Rinnon, the stone got warm. It was warm earlier when Flynn was in danger, and I didn’t think anything of it. I put two and two together, and realized that it might be warning me. You gifted me the stone, he’s a God, and I wield it.”

Rinnon kissed her on the cheek.

“You carry a Nephilim, and the stone. That makes you safe.”

Well, thank God for that.

“You don’t have to thank me, Little One,” he said, hearing what she was thinking.

She actually laughed.

He was ridiculous.

“I guess this answers our question as to if we can trust the things I necromance. We can’t.”

Then, she realized what she’d just said, and how that had to hurt her mate.

“I mean…”

Only, it was too late.

Flynn stayed quiet, but they could feel his fear and worry. He dreaded the idea of them having to end his parents and him having to watch it happen.

Jacques reached for his hand, and gave it a squeeze.

It’s going to be okay. I promise.

He squeezed back, but said nothing. Deep down, Flynn knew this was going to hurt him in ways he couldn’t even explain.

Jolie knew that they needed to update the family, and inform them what was going on. If they were going to another family’s home to find the relic, they needed backup.

That meant Percy.

Lucian.

Alex.

Oh, and Vanth.

Speaking of family…

Kiera was not far away, sitting on the ground as she shook her head.

They focused on her.

“Are you okay?” Jolie asked.

She was blinking as if trying to clear the fog of being knocked out.

“I’m good. That really sucked though. I don’t like getting flung around.”

Yeah, no one did. Body versus tree never felt good, especially if you were human.

Been there.

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