Page 63 of The Cruelest Undead

“But we’re your parents,” she finally said, breaking that silence.

“And I was your son. I was the one who carried you to your bed when you couldn’t walk, and watched my father give up on life and me. Yes, you were my parents, but now…I don’t know what the hell you are, and that’s a problem.”

His father took umbrage to his tone.

“Don’t talk to your mother like that! She gave you life,” he said, standing up and pointing at his son. “We are all suffering through this!” he borderline shouted, slamming his hand on the table.

And that was a mistake.

A big one.

Rinnon roared and the whole cave shook at his anger. He was fighting to get out of Flynn. His skin actually rippled, as he tried to contain the demon God.

Both of his parents gasped.

Flynn tried to calm Rinnon down.

I’m okay. They don’t scare me that way. Please. Let me handle this, Rinnon.

The Big Scary wasn’t amused.

They insult my mate. They insult me. I’m not just some demon you found in a strip club. I’m the demon God of all demons!

Flynn didn’t make a joke when he normally would, and that told them all how he was feeling.

Yeah, this had damaged him way too much for him to be amusing.

Rinnon, please. I have a headache, and I think this is a game for Fate. I don’t trust this, and I need you to believe in me. Please, my love. If you care anything about me, you’ll give me this.

By calling him that, it did what he needed it to do. It calmed Rinnon down.

I can’t let them hurt you. I swore to love and protect my mates. I’m sorry if I am making this harder.

You’re not. There’s no way this can be more difficult than it already is. He’s not wrong. I can’t make a connection with them, and they clearly need that. I can’t give them what they need.

Yeah, he was seeing that.

“What was that?” his mother asked as she looked around at the vibrating cave. “Why did your skin do that?” she inquired, seeing it ripple.

You’d have to be dead not to feel the power surging all around them. The hanging lights were swinging, and his body was fighting to contain something they couldn’t stop.

He explained.

“That was Rinnon, the demon God I vessel for, and you’ve insulted him, well, your husband did. May I suggest you don’t show any aggression to anyone here? He doesn’t like it.”

It makes me want to eat them.

Jesus. I need therapy as it is, Rinnon. Can we not add that to the mix? Please?

He went silent.

The man who looked like his father glanced around the lair.

“I don’t understand any of this. Why won’t anyone explain what’s going on?”

Yeah, well, take a freaking number. It seemed that he had to start at the beginning since they deserved an explanation of sorts.

Here went everything.

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