Page 93 of The Cruelest Undead

She wasn’t wrong.

Technically.

From where he stood, Death explained.

“Like Kiera said, everything has to balance, Mon Amour. So, if you bring back a person, someone dies. It’s random, and I don’t have control of it. Already, I’ve had a bunch of people disappear from my containment area, and a few show up that weren’t on the reaping list. Let’s just say this person, whoever it is, isn’t bringing back the best people. We aren’t looking at choir girls.”

“Boys,” Flynn said. “It’s choir boys.”

Death grinned. He was aware of the word, but he and Flynn had this thing they did, and it reminded him of their prior years together. He couldn’t help himself.

So, he kept doing it.

“Is that so?” he asked, and his fangs were there as he was smiling.

Immediately, the vamps in the room stepped backward and Flynn only winked at his mate.

“As Rinnon said, potato-potatoe.”

Speaking of the pink elephant in the room, if word got out that Flynn’s once human parents were back, Fate would be all over that like it was her new mission.

Flynn couldn’t let that happen.

“And what do we do about Flynn’s parents?” Jolie asked. “We can’t leave them alone. They could be in danger, and they are torturable.”

Flynn’s mother gasped.

“What?”

Jacques shrugged.

“First of all, we shouldn’t let them out into the sunlight,” he said. “They’ll likely get toasty. We only have a few possibilities of what they are. They don’t have souls so…”

“Vamps?” Tommy asked, as they all ignored the fact that the people they were discussing were right there. “Anyone have any garlic?” he asked, busting ass.

It made Jolie laugh because she’d made out with Flynn plenty of times after he’d had garlic when she was a simple vamp, and that wasn’t how you got rid of vamps.

Not even close.

Jacques nodded.

“They will have the characteristics, but I’m not sure if they’ll need to drink blood. I don’t know much about the byproduct from Death one-point-oh’s memories, so I’ll need to research it.”

Oh, holy shit.

This was getting worse for Flynn.

“Yeah, we don’t need that,” Flynn admitted. “Then you’d better cage them because my mother…”

She interrupted.

“First, we’re sitting right here, and second, I’m going with you. I’m not letting my son fight zombies without me there to make sure he’s okay. Besides, he’s skin and bones and should eat so he’s not weak. I have to cook.”

The rest of the family who had been missing from Rinnon’s unveiling all looked at Flynn.

He looked the same, and Flynn could see the confused looks on their faces, so he explained.

“She means Rinnon’s form.”

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