Page 225 of The Cruelest Undead

Done that.

“How did you know?” Rinnon asked, curiously.

She only said one word.

“Aiobeheann.”

Well, that was interesting. It appeared that Kiera was getting more and more from that little piece of the witch vampyre that was housed in her.

Yeah, and if that was the case, how could that go wrong?

Only, they’d have to worry about that another time.

They had two relics to find before the dead were rising left and right.

“Shall we get ready to head to the location?” Rinnon asked, as Flynn pulled him back down so that he could be in charge of this.

The relics were his job.

I hate it when you do that.

I know. That’s why I do it.

Jolie was ready.

Tucking The God Stone back into her shirt, she hoped this didn’t bite them in the ass.

When you went head-on at a family, especially a powerful one, bad things happened.

How did she know?

InNew Orleans, they’d been to that rodeo more than a few times.

Unfortunately.

* * *T u e u rA n t i q u i t i e s* * *

Harcourte Manor

Minutes Later

Inside, they were getting their team ready, and sharing what was about to happen. There were protocols in the city, and if you were in a vampyre family, you followed them.

Precedent had been set here.

By whom?

Jolie Harcourte.

When they came here, they had used old-school traditions to reshape the societies here, and now, they were going to break the rules.

Oh, well, how could this go horribly awry?

It seemed that they were going to find out.

“So you want us to just walk up to the house, kick in the door, and pillage a relic?” Percy asked.

Oh, she knew what he was thinking.

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