Page 287 of The Cruelest Undead

No one wanted to go back there.

As they walked into the living room, they could hear Alex suffering.

“They will come home,” Vanth said, trying to keep the man’s spirits up.

They’d tried to leave the house, but they hadn’t been able to. The spell…

It had been too strong.

“We’ll all be okay,” Vanth promised.

Lucian and Tommy were also trying to console him, but they both knew how hard this would be for him. Not being able to get to your mate…

Crushing.

From where they stood, in the doorway, here went the reckoning.

As they entered the room, everyone looked over. When they did, Vanth hurried toward her father. As soon as she got a foot from him, the stranger raised her hand, and slammed her back against the wall.

“No!” Flynn said, releasing Lilith’s hand.

“But she was coming at you, Father. I want to protect you.”

Oh, boy.

This little girl had a lot of power.

Vanth shook her head as she sat on the floor. That had been one hell of a blast of energy.

“What the hell?” she asked, as Flynn helped her up and tucked her into his body to show she was family too.

Everyone else?

No one moved.

“It’s okay, Lilith,” Flynn said. “She’s technically your sister. Everyone in this room is special to your father and me. We cannot hurt them.”

The teenager tipped her head as she was processing it. What they knew from Nephilims was that they were literal and highly intelligent.

“Okay, Father.”

Vanth was confused.

“What is she?”

They made the introductions before they dealt with Alex. It was stalling, but could anyone blame them?

“Jolie birthed us a teenage Nephilim,” he said.

Oh, and that sounded insane.

Everyone looked at her.

The looks said it all.

They’d gone a few rounds with Chemosh, and it had been brutal. He was hard to stop, and the only reason no one was freaking out was that they had the relic that could control this one.

Jolie held out her hand, and the pretty teenager went toward her.

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