Page 73 of The Cruelest Undead
She snorted.
“Flynn is right. You’re such an asshole.”
He bared his fangs in what they knew was a smile, since he would never give Jolie anything but that.
“I’m with my wife. You’re our child, and if this is the path you chose, we trust you. Flynn, you are a good man, and we raised you to do right. If you became this, there’s a good reason.”
They weren’t expecting that.
“Body of Flynn?” his mother asked.
Rinnon stared down at her.
“Yes, Mother of Flynn?” he inquired, knowing where Flynn got his humor from.
“I’ll feed you more. Now that I’m here, I’ll do that. Only, can I hold my grandbabies?” she asked. “Please, Body of Flynn?”
Mate? What is it that you want? Clearly, they aren’t afraid of me.
I have this.
Flynn let himself morph back down to his form, and his father was right in front of him. It was like looking into a mirror.
“Now, you know the truth. This is what I am.”
His father reassured him.
“This, we’ll accept,” he said, pointing at his body, “but we’re going to talk about the man-on-man action, Flynn. That’s not something…”
He wasn’t having it, and stopped him mid-sentence.
Oh, there was a few reasons too.
The most important was that he liked the man-on-man action. There was nothing he liked better, unless it was mating with Jolie.
“As a warning, Jacques is Death. I wouldn’t go there with him. He’s been known to smite for a lot less before.”
And it was true.
“Do you love him?” his father asked, trying to come to grips with it. This was his son’s life, and he had little choice but to deal with it.
All he remembered was giving up because he had a broken heart, and then, going to be with his wife.
“Yes. They are my soulmates. You had yours, and now, I have mine.”
Flynn’s dad shrugged.
“Then, we accept it.”
His mother cleared her throat, feeling like this was a good time to point out the obvious. There were babies in the room, and she wanted to hold them.
“Babies. Cuddle time. Pronto.”
Well, that said it all. It was time to get this show on the road.
“Let me feed the little ones. There’s blood involved. If you can’t handle it…”
His mother stopped him.
