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“I’m going to go work. I was going to try to help, but fuck it. I’m not doing battle with Jolie over a vampyre who betrayed us. I’m not feeling guilty.”

“Hey, preaching to the choir. I don’t feel guilty about ending that asshole, but she’s upset, and we kinda did that to her.”

At the comment, of course, the peanut gallery didn’t know when to shut his godly yap.

CAN WE NOT?A choir? Really?

They both ignored him as much as they could because this was bad.

Jacques was bailing, and he was on clean up, aisle relationship—with an angry demoness.

A pregnant.

Pissed off.

Immortal female.

This didn’t get much worse for him.

All he needed was a few Nephilim to show up, a Horseman, and a pack of zombies to really make it funsies.

“If you need me, Flynn, call for me. I’m going to be in my office trying to figure out where the hell the sword is and if Mathew already has it.”

When the tear opened, and he went to walk into it, Flynn grabbed his arm.

He came to a dead stop, and the ground actually shook when he glanced over his shoulder. His eyes burned in rage.

“Yes?” Death asked, his voice icy cold despite his eyes.

Flynn was honest.

“I love you,” Flynn said. “I just wanted to say it because that’s what we do when we go our separate ways to work.”

Immediately, that calmed Death down.

When he turned, he sighed and opened his arms to the man.

“I love you too, my Flynn.”

Flynn went into his body, and they kissed, trying to work through all of this. It was a tangle of tongues and fangs, but it was needed.

The last thing Flynn needed was two pissed off mates. One was sufficient.

I’ll fix this.

Death didn’t care.

She can be mad at me. She’s lying. She’s not only angry about us not telling her. She’s angry we didn’t try to save the unredeemable. I know when our woman lies, my mate. That pisses me off. If she’s going to condemn me, she needs to be pristine and lily white.She. Is. Not.

Like I said, I’ll fix this. I love you, Mate. Be safe because Fate is a bitch, and I don’t want to lose the man I love.

That she certainly was.

Setting him free, Death, touched his cheek with his hand, gently running his fingers over his flesh.

“Until later when we reconvene. Call if you need me, my love.”

Oh, he would.