Page 228 of The Cruelest Undead
Death knew he couldn’t give him his memories back. That would literally bring on Armageddon and the Horsemen.
“You’d need to do the spell that we did with Mambo to give her the memories back.”
Kiera cleared her voice.
“I wouldn’t do it,” she said in warning.
They all looked over at her.
“Why not, witch?” Rinnon asked.
She was honest.
“Aiobeheann would then know what you know. I know what Mambo knew. I don’t think that giving her a peek into your head is a good idea.”
They all heard the laughter, and they knew who it was. Kiera was trying to protect them, and with good reason.
Rinnon knew she was right.
“Point made.”
Rinnon glanced over at Death.
“Can you move my lair? You can manipulate time and space? Will you do it for me?”
Death considered it.
“You know that I have to take something in exchange. Death doesn’t give favors.”
Rinnon was aware.
He’d tangled with Death, his first child, plenty of times.
“What is the cost?”
Jacques went there because he knew it would help them at a later time.
“I request a piece of you.”
Rinnon blinked, and then, he gave in for the love of his woman. Before Flynn, he’d never trust anyone, but his mate had taught him to trust his family.
“Deal.”
Jolie gasped.
“My love, don’t do this. I’m good with living in Paris in the lair. You don’t have to…”
He placed his fingers over her lips.
“If my mate needs this, isn’t it my job to supply it? If I knowingly see you hurt and do nothing, am I a good partner?”
He was learning.
“I love you, Rinnon.”
He softened.
There was only one way to make the demon God get all mushy.
