Page 31 of The Cruelest Undead
No one wanted that.
NO.
ONE.
Okay, don’t do that. Please? I want him to remember me and his children.
Instead, Jolie kept trying to help Flynn’s parents the best she could.
“Flynn is still the same man, but he’s retired from police work, and now runs his own company,” she added, trying to connect with them.
That didn’t seem to help.
At.
All.
Apparently, the demon part had been the wrong route to take.
You think?Jacques whispered into her mind.
Flynn’s mother wasn’t having it.
“I want to see my son!” Flynn’s mother ordered. “I need to see what has happened to him! Who did this to him? I need to get him help!”
Flynn’s father agreed.
“Get me to my son!” he said. “I want to see him immediately!”
Vanth stared at Jolie and just shook her head in all kinds of amusement.
“Well, Mommy Dearest, this is one hell of a predicament for you, now isn’t it?”
Honestly, Vanth was right.
It absolutely was.
And it sucked.
FOR HER.
And Flynn.
* * *T u e u r A n t i q u i t i e s* **
New Orleans
Same Time
Saint Louis Cemetery
Ten P.M.
When Mathew found himself standing in the cemetery, he knew what he needed to do.
It was time.
Feeling that spell moving through his body, he listened to the voice. It told him exactly how to make magick happen, and he was more than willing.
