Page 68 of The Cruelest Undead
His mother was curious.
“Can we meet them?” she asked.
This was a tricky thing. Flynn wasn’t sure he wanted them near his children.
Mon Amour, they will be safe. I promise you. I swear on The Book of the Damned.
Well, Jacques had weighed in.
Because he needed to make sure Jolie was okay with it, he glanced over at his wife. He could feel Rinnon not thrilled with them, but that was mostly because they loved Jesus, and he…didn’t.
On top of that, he was more paranoid than Flynn, so he was leaving this up to Jolie.
You decide.
She had, after all, brought this up, so he was pretty sure where this was going to go.
“They’ll be up soon, and hungry,” Jolie admitted, wanting her children to have any grandparents that they could, and for Flynn to see this might be a good thing. “If you want, you can watch us feed them.”
Yep, now, Flynn felt sick.
He knew what they’d see.
BLOOD.
There was a wave of uneasiness, and Jolie felt it to her core. She had to know.
Are you ashamed of me?Jolie asked.
No. I’m ashamed of me.
What do you mean?
He was honest, and that didn’t sit well with him. Not at all.
I loved their memories. I can’t love them like this, Jolie. They aren’t real. They can’t be real. People don’t come back. If they could, wouldn’t we have had this issue earlier? I don’t want to love them. I’m ashamed of me for not having enough love to share with them. I want the proverbial five more minutes, but I know it won’t be good.
She tried to reassure him.
Maybe it will.
How could it be?
I have been burned too many times before to believe this will be anything but devastating to my heart.
She held his hand.
I’ll be with you through it. Let me walk beside you and navigate this for you. You’re lost in your emotions. I’m not. I’ll guide you.
For that, he was grateful.
Please. I need someone. I feel like I’m falling, and I’m waiting to hit the ground.
She kissed him on the cheek.
I have you, my love. Trust in our relationship, and know that I won’t let you hit the ground.
God.
