Page 10 of The Cruelest Undead
“How do you feel aboutNew Orleans?” she asked, egging him on as she pointed this madness at a place that was near and dear to Jolie.
His sick laughter told the tale.
In fact, it said everything that she needed to know about what was about to go down.
Pandemonium.
That would keep Death busy.
Slowly, she could feel fate changing, and this time, in her favor. The clock was now ticking, and they had to get moving before Death figured this all out.
Yeah, her father was in some serious shit.
If only she could find them, she’d make them pay by throwing everything at them at once, but they found a spell to keep them safe from her.
Damn them.
Oh, well, going forNew Orleansand Jolie’s vampyres would bring them there.
Bet.
On.
It.
Oh, and she would keep aiming her rage at the vampyres there to get Rinnon to show up for his wife. When he did…
Daddy was a dead demon God.
“I will try to find the sword for you, but until I do, make her life a living hell. Do you understand, Mathew?” she asked, her voice soft and purring.
He simply nodded.
Yeah, she was using some compulsion to keep this train on the tracks.
Sue her.
His mind was fractured enough that she had very little choice. He stunk like zombies and bad choices.
Rinnon’s.
Only, Fate wasn’t done.
“If you do as I ask, there is a reward for your loyalty, my pet.”
He howled like a wounded animal, and then focused on her.
“I want only one thing!” he hissed, right before putting his fist through a wall.
There was the breaking of bones, and the popping of joints before they healed.
“What do you want?” she asked, giddy with the prospect that she was the puppet master for a change.
“I want Flynn! I want him dead too! He came for me! He and Jacques ended me! They couldn’t leave me alone, so I want him to pay dearly!”
Oh, she was aware.
And little did this monster know, that was the plan. The vessel for Rinnon was tough to destroy, but they’d find a way.
