Page 264 of The Cruelest Undead

For Vanth.

Chapter Eighteen

Rinnon’s Lair

Monday Early

Evening

Time: Less than Six Hours Remaining…

When Rinnon opened that small doorway for them to access the lair, Jacques and Jolie slipped through to get to their mate. They knew Flynn was going to be angry that Rinnon did that, but they’d work through it as a family.

As they appeared, Jacques kept them invisible, so that they could watch their mate.

He wasn’t in their bed, mourning.

Instead, he was with their children, cuddled up on the couch. Angelique was laying on his side, sucking her thumb, as she watched cartoons.

Azriel was tucked into her father’s chest, taking a little nap as he laid there with them.

Cami wasn’t around, so they assumed he’d wanted to be with the children.

They healed.

That was a constant in their lives.

When Angelique moved, a blanket slid from the back of the couch, and covered her and Flynn.

It was clear whose magick was doing the heavy lifting here. It was Rinnon, taking care of the three of them.

He’s hurting, Jacques. Do something.

Well, it looked as if he was up to bat.

Moving his arm, they materialized in the room, and immediately, Flynn tensed.

Then, he relaxed again.

“I knew you’d find a way in eventually. Let me guess…Rinnon.”

I’m sorry, Mate. I’m worried about you. You’re making my heart hurt, and that takes a lot.

It’s okay, Rinnon. I understand. I would have done the same.

“Flynn,” Jolie said, and as she did, that woke Azriel, who looked up at her, and then cuddled into her father’s neck.

Well, she was her daddy’s little girl, that was for sure.

Angelique slipped off his side, taking the blanket with her, and walked toward her father, her arms out.

Jacques scooped her up, but was focused on Flynn.

“Can we talk?” he said.

“Sure,” Flynn admitted, picking up Azriel, and holding her to his body. “Have a seat.”

Jolie had tears in her eyes.

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