Page 69 of The Cruelest Undead
He hoped she could do that.
“Can we please meet your children?” his mother asked. “I never thought you’d have little ones. You were married to your job.”
And he was.
Until her.
Jolie changed everything.
“My wife said it’s okay, so we’ll go meet the children. Remember, you wanted this,” he admitted, knowing what would be coming.
Chaos.
When they got up, he pointed at them.
“Follow me. Don’t touch anything in Rinnon’s lair. It’s magical, and I don’t need a bigger mess than I already have!”
The demon God reassured him.
Flynn, they can touch things. I won’t snap and kill them for admiring a painting or sword. They are your parents…
He stopped him.
No. There have to be boundaries until I work through this. They were my parents. I don’t know what they are yet, and I don’t know if I can allow them in.
They knew where‘in’was.
His heart.
Rinnon didn’t fight him.
Okay, Flynn.
In the living room, he motioned to Vanth. He felt better with her being there. She was like a watchdog over their children and a kill switch if his‘parents’tried to hurt the little ones.
“Will you get the children from their beds so I can feed them?” he asked.
She nodded and felt horrible for the man she called Father. His heart had to be hurting. What she’d learned was humans bonded, and that attachment lasted beyond death.
“Yes, Father.”
She vanished, and Flynn offered them a seat. Then, he poured himself some whiskey and kicked back the whole glass.
He.
Needed.
It.
The burn was what he was looking for since he couldn’t get drunk.
“Should you be drinking this early?” his mother asked. “It’s not good for you.”
Yeah, neither were vampyres, demons, wraiths, sirens, and Fate, but here he was, still trying to numb that fear and failing.
Rinnon apologized.
Sorry. I can’t get drunk. I’m the buzzkill on this one. I know you need to feel something.
