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Shit.

In that cemetery, Flynn began fighting for his family’s life. Only, he could see that the human detectives were no match for what Mathew had thrown at them. They didn’t know how to use a sword.

They were gun people.

With the cross gone, Cerise was no longer being dragged toward Mathew, and Jolie didn’t have to try and save her.

Now, they were both free.

Cerise was on her feet, and fighting.

“Get to high ground!” Flynn ordered, still unable to release Rinnon. The Voodoo was keeping him locked inside him, so they’d have to do this the hard way.

Hand-to-hand.

Even Death was at a disadvantage with his magick, but with a sword…it was clear he was a very old vampyre in his last life.

He was guardian-ing the shit out of the zombies with smooth efficient swings.

Flynn joined him. He was using Rinnon’s skills and memories to fight as the demon God gave him warnings when someone was coming for him.

Then, it was him and Death, back-to-back.

“The zombies are trying to leave the cemetery!” Jolie shouted, as five of them moved toward Logan, and he was firing into their heads and bodies after ditching the sword.

Yeah, he was screwed.

Cerise saw him about to go down, and she rushed them with the sword Death had given her.

She wasn’t an ancient vampyre like Jacques, but she knew how to use a sword.

Boy, they could use Alexzandre right about now. Only, Flynn couldn’t get him there, and it was clear that Jacques couldn’t either.

As Cerise stood in front of the human detective, she began mowing them down, and when one of Logan’s bullets hit her in the body, she went to her knees.

Immediately, he panicked, that fear filling him as he watched the bullet go into her back.

“Cerise,” he whispered.

The thought that he killed her…

It froze him where he was standing, and that gave the dead in the cemetery enough time.

A zombie jumped on him.

He screamed as it pulled him down, and when she heard Logan’s wails, Cerise was back up. She pushed the bullet from her flesh, and fought to save him.

Oh, the lead bullet hurt like hell, but it wasn’t silver.

Thank.

Freaking.

God.

She yanked the zombie from Logan, and then dragged him to safety at the top of a monument.

“Stay here,” she said, blood covering her shirt and scratches down her face from the zombie’s claws.