Page 86 of The Cruelest Undead
He shook his head.
“No, she’s gone from the book. She’s been raised. She’s‘alive’, and now, someone has control of a Voodoo priestess.”
Holy.
Shit.
This just got even worse.
From where he was sitting, holding Angelique, Flynn’s father spoke up, and honestly, Flynn gave him credit. He’d been quiet for a while, and that was anything but the norm of how the man used to roll.
He learned everything he knew from the man.
“Uh, then should you not go there? If it looks like a trap, and smells like a trap…it’s not a surprise birthday party,” he offered.
Flynn was aware.
But this was his job.
It sucked, but they only had so much time to save the world.
The bottom line was that he couldn’t risk that Fate’s hand-picked puppet foundThe Necromancer’s Swordbefore them.
That would be cataclysmic.
“I don’t have a choice. I only have twenty years left to get the rest of the antiquities into Pandora’s Box. If I don’t…Fate wins and the two babies you’re holding will die by her hand. Fate is gunning for her replacement, and her sister.”
Flynn’s mother gasped at that, and her face said it all. Someone wasn’t happy.
“Not my grandbabies. You point me at this Fate. I’ll tell her right off!”
That was true grandma energy right there.
And not a good plan. That bitch couldn’t find out Flynn’s parents had come back or that Jolie had that gift either.
“It’s not that easy,” he admitted. “Calm down and don’t go crazy, Grandma.”
Rinnon whispered into his mind.
I’d like to see Mother of Flynn go head-to-head with that trashy garden dweller any day. We can give her a little umph under the hood and it would be quite the fight. Maybe even a sword.
He stopped that.
RIGHT.
THERE.
No! That’s not happening.
Rinnon sighed.
Before Flynn could say anything else, Jacques spun quickly, and there was a boom.
It scared the shit out of everyone.
As he moved his arms, a steel cage fell from the ceiling that hadn’t been there. It slammed into the floor, making the mountain rumble.
EVERYONEjumped.
