Page 285 of The Cruelest Undead

The trees.

The vines.

The Zombies.

As they were set free, Rinnon didn’t hesitate to move at her.

“My little girl,” he said, pulling her into his body. She must have felt his energy from the countless times she’d been fed by him, because she stayed against him.

“Daddy.”

Jolie checked on Jacques, and he was healing. Aiobeheann had wielded some pretty powerful magick.

“Don’t worry, my little girl,” Rinnon said, holding his daughter against him. “You will learn in time.”

That had Jolie’s attention.

She was so confused.

“What does that mean?” she asked.

Rinnon stared at his mate, as he held his next child protective against his body.

“It will take her years to understand what she is and how she can fight. I will help her learn. Isn’t that what I’m supposed to do?”

Flynn spoke to Rinnon alone.

Cut her a break. She just missed out on childbirth, and the baby years. She’s confused.

I understand. Will you help me father Lilith? I don’t know how to do this.

Of course, I will. She’s all of ours.

Rinnon looked at Jolie.

“She’s going to need you to help her, Jolie. She’s in this form, but she’s a baby inside. She’s not aware of what she is, and how powerful she can be.”

Well, holy shit.

This wasNOTwhat she expected to happen.

Normally, they won.

This was not a win.

Not.

Even.

Close.

They lost a relic, they lost Kiera, Aiobeheann was free, and now, they had a teenage Nephilim with the knowledge of a baby.

Yep.

They were absolutely screwed with this one.

They boned themselves good. This time, they were their own worse enemies.

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