Page 17 of The Cruelest Undead
“Oh, boy,” he muttered, causing Jolie to move closer to her mate.
While Jolie could see the book, there was nothing written on the fleshy pages. They were completely blank.
Well, they were blank to her.
Running his long, elegant fingers over something he saw, Jacques found his answer that he was looking for, and it was problematic.
Glancing over at Jolie, he told her.
“I went back to the year and date that our mate’s mother passed.”
“And?” she asked, ignoring the two people not far away who were watching them.
Jacques gave her the bad news.
“Flynn’s mother has been removed from my book,” he said. “She didn’t die on that date. Death one-point-oh never reaped her.”
Jolie’s eyes went huge.
That couldn’t be good.
Could it be?
If she didn’t die, that meant she was legit his mother, standing in their lair.
“What does that mean?” she asked. “Put it in terms I’ll understand, Death, because Flynn is freaked the fuck out, and I’m with him on this.”
Well, there was only one thing it could possibly mean. Apparently, according to the timeline, Flynn’s mother didn’t die of cancer.
Somehow, it had been undone, and that meant only one of two ways.
He brought her back, or she was necromanced. Those were the only two choices in this. There could be nothing more.
Deep in his mind, he was trying to reach Flynn to offer him comfort, but he was running up against a wall.
A Rinnon wall.
Instead of saying anything else, Death found Flynn’s father’s name in the book.
Or tried to find it.
Only, that, too, was problematic.
Death couldn’t, simply because it was gone too.
Both names had been wiped from a past where they’d died, leaving Flynn alone.
To him, the reaper, that meant only one thing.
They.
Were.
Back.
When he lifted his head, his red swirling eyes seemed to be even more intense, and Jolie knew the reason for it.
Why?
