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Badly.
Jacques kissed his temple, and reassured him.
We’ll figure this out together. I’m with you. I love you, Flynn Xavier Brogan. Forever.
Flynn let them comfort him.
He had one fear.
Oh, and he knew it would come true. This was going to be just his luck.
With all of the shitty things he’d had to endure over his life, having to re-mourn his parents when they died again….
It would happen.
How did he know?
Fate was a bitch.
Chapter Three
New Orleans
Friday
Super Early
Two A.M.
Getting pulled from the comfort and safety of your home was always a pain in the ass, especially in the middle of the night, but Detective Seth Romney knew that sometimes, you had to do what you had to do.
Since he was on duty, it was on him to make sure the streets ofNew Orleanswere safe.
He was a cop, and this was his job.
Well, his and his new partner’s jobs.
His world was chaotic to begin with, and not the norm. Being mated to a vampyre inNew OrleanswasNOThow he expected his life to play out, but he wouldn’t change it for a second.
Not.
For.
Anything.
His mate, or wife, if you would, Clariel, made him the happiest man in the world.
She was his soulmate, and there was no doubt about that.
Their son, Micah, was a joy and he couldn’t get enough of him. In fact, if he could clone the little boy, he’d have fifty more kids just like him.
The one surprising thing?
His son…
Well, he was a vampyre.
Oh, and Seth was not.
