Page 272 of The Cruelest Undead

Fate smiled at Barb, and threatened her.

“Laugh it up, Barbra Ann Brogan. I’ll come for you, too, and when I do, I’ll…”

She shut her down.

“Let me guess. You’ll wear my organs as jewelry, and eat my eyeballs. Yada, yada, yada. You’re a bully, and you can kiss my ass!”

Death laughed.

Oh, Flynn most definitely got his balls from his mother.

Without.

A.

Doubt.

Fate focused on Death.

“Just when I think you can’t annoy me more than you already do, you allow the vessel’s parents to come back. Well, the tapestry is all helter skelter. I’ll put it back, starting with them.”

“Jolie necromanced them and they came back as vamps. We will get the relic, and then you can’t touch vampyres. In fact, Flynn is on his way there. Oh, and vamps are my children. You can’t force me to reap them. Sucks to be you.”

And he was done.

He waved his arm, and the cage slid back into the wall where Fate would remain until the blood was gone.

“I don’t like her,” Flynn’s mother admitted.

“No one likes Fate. She’s a bitch.”

Flynn’s father looked around.

“How long are we going to be here?” he asked. “Not that it’s not a nice place.”

Jacques laughed.

“It’s hell, but it’s home,” he said, smiling. “I’m hoping for not long.”

As he was ready to sit down, and entertain them, he heard it.

Flynn was calling for him.

Oh, shit.

Well, this was bad timing.

“Barb and John, I wish I could stay, but your son has gotten himself into some trouble. I need to pop in and help him.”

“I can go too,” Barb said. “Give me a baseball bat and I’ll take out some kneecaps!”

He stared at her.

“Oddly, I’m not shocked by that, or that you’d bash people’s legs to get to your son.”

She smiled.

“A mother’s love…”

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