Page 242 of The Cruelest Undead

Deep down, his heart was breaking, and this whole day was one continual loop of devastation for him.

He’d been having wine with his mates last night, and found them.

Now, he was finding them to say goodbye.

It was clear that the universe hated him. Honestly, he wasn’t sure how much stronger he could possibly be. He was broken in all the ways that would make a normal human crumble.

But you aren’t human.

I’m aware, Rinnon. Can I just be spared of the comments from you? Isn’t this enough to break me?

I’d never break you, Mate. I feel things for you that I never understood. I want to hug you and tell you that it’s going to be okay.

I appreciate that, but if you love me, you’ll make this easy for me. You’ll not make me kill them.

He understood.

The idea of having to kill his mates…it was a hard pill to swallow for Rinnon, and he wasn’t sure he could do it.

You don’t have to kill them. Jacques is waiting to take them.

Goodie.

With that, he closed off all the communication, blocking out Rinnon. While he understood that the demon God was trying his best, honestly, he wanted to be alone.

Once at the doorway that opened to Rinnon’s lair, he opened the door. Standing inside was the family. It was late afternoon, and clear that Mina had awoken everyone.

“Is it safe, Master Flynn?” she asked. “When we came back in, it was hell keeping that door closed.”

Yeah, he’d have to work on something later when it came to securing the door that Jacques said was unopenable.

Clearly, Black Magick could do it.

“I need the family to go back to their rooms for a little while,” he said, speaking to the vampyres. “It’s not safe outside the house. He knows where we live from when he stayed with us, and he’ll be back.”

There were murmurs.

Flynn could feel Jolie and Jacques behind him. When he glanced over, his mates were standing there.

“Alex took Kiera up to rest. He’s adjusting to the change in her.”

He simply nodded, not speaking to anyone.

Well, not to them.

As the family filed out of Rinnon’s realm, they moved off to go find their personal spaces. When he saw his mother and father, he pointed.

“Can I speak to you in the kitchen?” he asked.

His mother took his hand in hers, and held it.

That one action nearly broke him. This was going to kill a piece of him for a very long time. He wished it didn’t, but it did.

“Sure, Son. What’s going on? Did you get hurt? Do you need some dinner? I see that your wife isn’t cooking.”

Jolie said nothing.

Why?

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