Page 159 of The Cruelest Undead

Plus, if they were hit with Voodoo while he was out…

That would suck even more. His vessel would be damaged worse.

Keeping him inside was dangerous too, since then, he couldn’t let him out.

This was a no-win situation for Flynn.

Yes, they were powerful, but they were dealing with Voodoo, and that was ancient magick that was straight from the demon God’s bag of tricks.

Now, if they had all of his memories, they might have a way to stop it. Only, they weren’t all there.

That left one option. They had to do what they did best.

Figure a way out of the mess.

The only thing going in their favor was that Fate was locked in Death’s realm for a while longer.

“We can’t leave this looking like this,” Jolie admitted, as she picked up a toppled angel statue. The blood on its face was…

Well, creepy.

“Baby, don’t lift heavy things. You’re pregnant,” Flynn said, waving his arm.

Everything righted itself, and the crypts were back to being pristine. Granted, that in the ground, the bones were scattered all over outside their crypts.

That was tomorrow Flynn’s issue.

Not today’s.

“We need someone who can do Voodoo to counteract this mess,” Flynn admitted.

They rested against the newly fixed crypts and had a discussion. Now that the bag was destroyed, Rinnon could feel anything coming at them.

At least they knew if he got that‘creepy’feeling again, it was likely a trap.

“We have a witch,” Jolie offered.

They did, but that wasn’t going to help them. It wasn’t the same kind of magick.

“I can only do so much,” Kiera admitted. “I wish I could do more. I mean if we get Aoibheann involved…”

That was a last case scenario.

They all knew that you had to fight Voodoo with Voodoo.

“Then, Death, what can we do?” Jolie asked, hoping her mate had a plan.

Because they only had a few tricks up their sleeves when it came to dealing with this, they had to work fast.

Not far away, looking as pristine as always, Jacques was standing there, tapping his finger on the book that was sitting on a crypt as he tried to find a solution.

Finally, he spoke.

“We won’t need you, Kiera,” he said, sending her back to the house before she could say anything else.

Everyone jumped as she vanished. Yeah, Death moved fast and was unpredictable.

For the time being, it was best she was safely tucked away at home with her mate. The last thing they needed was for Mathew to get their witch.

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