Page 24 of The Cruelest Undead

“No, you can’t put your babies here. You know Jolie doesn’t want them in the house. We’ll find you a better spot where they will be safe.”

She gasped.

“She’s planning on dropping them here?HERE?” she asked. “We have a ghost, and now you want a million babies running amuck?”

“It’s more like one hundred,” he admitted, as he listened to his spider.

“Do you want me to keep them safe for you?” he inquired, willing to help her out.

The spider bobbed it’s whole body, clearly wanting that.

“Jacques, if you don’t set me free…”

He ignored her.

The two humans were also not moving, and that was for the best. Brigit was a big-ass spider, and while she was tame, she could cocoon a whole person in a minute if need be. Her loyalty was to him, and only him.

While Jacques could protect himself, his spider was always watching his back.

“Go,” he said. “I’ll make sure your babies are safe,” he offered, taking the egg sac from her body, and making it disappear. “No one will find it, and I’ll let you know when they begin hatching.”

Much to Jolie’s horror, Brigit climbed onto her mate, and he hugged her. At first, she thought the spider was going to cocoon him.

Only, she didn’t.

Then, with a wave of his hand, she was gone.

Jolie was still standing on the counter frozen in place.

“Jacques, we’re going to have a discussion about that spider and your irrational love of her. It’s not going to end well either!”

He stopped her.

“I can’t just create allies, Jolie. Brigit is loyal, and her babies will be too. They can help us. Besides, Azriel loves that spider. Don’t be afraid of her.”

Oh, well, too late.

She was.

That ship had sailed a while ago.

There had been one too many times the beast had popped into their bed, dropped down on a silken thread, and hovered over her.

PASS.

Waving his arm to release his mate, he focused on the two humans as his wife hopped down.

“Mr. and Mrs. Brogan, I’ll explain this to you the best I can. Yes, you’re confused. The reason is you’ve been dead a long time. Mrs. Brogan, you died of cancer over a decade ago, and Mr. Brogan, you died because you stopped taking care of yourself and chose to follow your wife into the darkness.”

They looked at each other.

“Then, how are we here?” Flynn’s father asked. “If we were dead…”

That was a tough tale to tell.

Only, they deserved some response.

Normally, he’d compulse them and call it a day, but these were Flynn’s humans. They made him, and he loved them. So, Death would take that into consideration.

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