Page 243 of The Cruelest Undead

How could she?

She was going to miss them, even if Flynn’s mother kept taking shots at her. Maybe she should be making him dinner.

She never thought to try to connect to his humanity. All she knew was that Flynn sacrificed everything for this family.

His job.

His humanity.

His life.

Now, this.

There was a part of her that believed she didn’t deserve the man he was.

You do, Mon Amour. He’s just hurting. We’ll give him some time, and then, we regroup. Flynn is tenacious.

Jacques, he won’t forget this. He won’t forgive it either. I feel the void. Can’t we please…

Jolie…

She gave up.

“How about some cookies?” he asked. “I hear you make a mean cookie,” he added, his voice breaking mid-sentence.

His father heard it.

“You need to talk, huh?”

He simply nodded.

“Yeah, Dad. I need to talk something out with both you and mom.”

They headed toward the kitchen. Jacques and Jolie stayed back, but they could hear everything.

Once in the kitchen, Flynn made a cup of coffee for himself, and one for his father.

Yes, it could kill him, but then again…this was it. His time was up.

When he put it down on the table, his father stared at him.

“Well, this is going to be bad,” he admitted.

Flynn didn’t say shit.

“What’s on your mind, Son?” his mother asked.

Flynn sat, and he ate a cookie. He tried to celebrate that moment, having them back, and her making him cookies again, but it was so hard.

“Good cookie, Mom. It’s just like always.”

She beamed.

“We got to see the babies,” she admitted. “Your daughter is going to be so beautiful. She’s going to look like her mother, but with your soul.”

Oh, the irony.

He didn’t have a soul anymore. That was gone a long time ago. It felt like eons.

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