Page 246 of The Cruelest Undead

“I have no control of that, but maybe you’ll get lucky,” he added.

“Son, we don’t believe in luck. It’s called hard work,” John said.

He tried to smile, but that’s when they heard the familiar voice.

“I do have control of where you end up,” Jacques said. “You’re both going to be together.”

Well, Death.

Flynn looked over, and he knew it was time.

“I can’t be here for this,” he whispered. “I can’t watch this happen again. I need to go,” he said, his heart skipping in his chest at the anguish he was feeling.

“I will ferry them to the other side,” Jacques said. “Flynn, I’m sorry.”

He stood but said nothing to his mate.

“Goodbye, Mom, and Dad. I’m…so sorry.”

He hugged them both, and then, he walked past Jacques and Jolie without saying another word to either of them.

“I’ll go,” she said, planning on following her mate.

“Wait,” Flynn’s mother said.

Jolie paused.

She moved closer, and stared into Jolie’s eyes.

“Thank you for letting us have this moment with you. Please take care of him. He seems strong, but he’s not. He’s fragile underneath it all, and this will damage him for a long time.”

Oh, she was aware.

“I will, Mrs. Brogan.”

“Mom. You married my boy, and gave me a grandbaby. You get to call me mom. Fight hard, and keep him safe,” she said. “Good luck with your next child.”

Jolie had tears in her eyes.

Poor Flynn.

When his father approached her, she wiped her eyes.

“Love him for us. When he begins to heal, tell him he’s a good dad, and that I can see him. He won’t believe you, but he’ll need to hear it.”

She nodded.

“Go,” Jacques said. “Take care of Flynn.”

She nodded, and headed away.

“This won’t hurt, will it?” Flynn’s mother asked.

Jacques held out his hands.

“Never. Flynn is my mate, and I wouldn’t do anything to hurt him. I love him more than myself. I’d do anything to protect him.”

“You’ll make sure he survives all of this, right?” Flynn’s dad asked.

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