Page 94 of The Cruelest Undead
I mean, she isn’t wrong. I am bones. That’s what I look like. I do appreciate that she noticed me. It’s nice not to be forgotten.
You have issues.
Oh, you think? I’m eight feet tall and shoved into a vessel that’s barely six foot six. You’d think I could have found a bigger container. I’m stuck leaning on your pancreas.
Stop poking it.
You can feel that?
YES!
Honestly, Flynn could be upset, but he was staying calm. It was astounding that Rinnon was fairly calm too through all of this.
Oh, I’m waiting to get to New Orleans. I love Voodoo practitioners. Their spells came from my magick. Maybe someone will worship me again.
This is not about you, Rinnon.
Technically, it is. It was my box, and my antiquities…oh, and my daughter trying to kill all of us.
For what seemed like the thousandth time, Flynn sighed, and no one questioned it. They knew what he was dealing with, and what had him flustered.
RINNON.
From in the alcove, as she tried to stay hidden, Cerise raised her hand.
“I was a cop, so I can help with the case. I don’t mind playing one inNew Orleans. It’ll keep my mind off of other things.”
They all knew what that was.
Tobias.
Flynn knew what that meant.
“Well, then, we’re all going. Cami, you get to mind the cave with the children. If you need anyone, call Vanth. She’ll get back and handle it,” he said, pointing to the corner where Mordechai was caged and covered with cave wall.
“Yes, Flynn.”
The two reanimated parents were curious.
“Are we going with you, Son?” Flynn’s father asked.
He knew they didn’t have a choice. If they wandered out, and Fate got wind…
They were dead.
On top of that, the lair was a sacred space, and dangerous. Rinnon had things here that could do some damage. The last thing he needed was that.
Or a sudden blood lust, since they didn’t know what Flynn’s parents had come back as. If intent had anything to do with it, maybe that’s why Jolie brought them back just minus their souls.
Whereas Fate’s servant was bringing them back with ill intentions as zombies.
“Well, we can’t leave you here. There are tchotchkes all over the goddamned place, and who knows what they can do?”
Rinnon knew.
Kill things, mostly or make you copulate like a wild animal.
Jesus. They’re my parents. I don’t need that in my head.
