Page 84 of The Cruelest Undead

He was in a Flynn meat suit, and safe.

Don’t get shrewish, My Love. You sleep with two males, and I don’t judge you. Back then, in some circles, you would have been stoned for being a whore.

She gasped.

They are myHUSBANDS! That’s a completely different thing, Rinnon.

Was it?

Potato…potatoe.

Flynn actually laughed because someone was trying to get murdered, and that was about to be one more problem on his list.

As the family stared, he had to explain.

“Sorry. He’s using my brain again to find shit to get him out of trouble, as usual. Let’s focus,” he said. “Because this is getting trickier by the second,” he admitted, keeping an eye on his parents. They were on the couch, and they were holding the two babies as they napped.

He tried not to let it endear him to them again, but it was so damn difficult.

They’d adjusted to all of this so much better than he did when he found out Jolie was a vampyre, and their children were hers—not his.

“So we know for a fact that Fate will be a bitch and get this vamp to come for us. Where are they located?” he asked, pretty sure Jacques would know.

Only, it happened.

Before Jacques could say anything, Flynn felt that tickle against his brain. It was a closed off connection that allowed him to speak to people in their family. It stayed closed most of the time.

Something had to be up.

He raised his hand and stopped the conversation they’d been having.

Father? Can you hear me? We really need you right now. It’s getting bad here. I’ve been trying to reach you all day. I don’t know if I have much more energy to get to you.

He tensed.

Oh, that voice was very familiar. Immediately, he knew who it was.

Clariel? Honey, are you okay? What is going on, sweetheart?

Her tone told him that wasn’t the case.

Not.

Even.

Close.

We have a problem, Father. Someone is raising the dead here, and the city is under attack at night. My mate and his new partner ran into zombies last night in Saint Louis Cemetery.

Shit.

That was bad on a few levels.

Flynn hated cemeteries.

And Zombies?

That one didn’t need any kind of explanation.

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