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Now that their resident witch was gone, he focused on his family.

“There is a way but you’re not going to like it,” Death admitted.

Oh, boy.

It was always bad when Death gave you that warning before dropping the one plan that could save your ass. It almost always meant someone was dying.

Mainly…him.

“What?” he asked.

Honestly, Flynn knew they would take a chance on it, as long as it didn’t risk something they couldn’t afford to lose.

What choice did they have in the matter? This was survival of the fittest against Fate.

“My big issue is we have to do something before my realm is emptied out. This reanimation of living things is problematic. Those souls need to stay where they are.”

Why?

Well, with each body raised, he had to reconfigure his dimension, and it was getting smaller and smaller. He got his power from the dead, and if they were all gone…

Plus, if they’d learned anything, it was that once dead, things were meant to stay dead. The only difference were vampyres.

“He’s stalling,” Tommy said. “It’s going to suck worse than usual.”

Yeah, probably.

Jacques went there.

“To fight fire with fire, we need to raise a Voodoo practitioner, but I can’t do it,” he said.

They were all looking at him.

“Why not?” Flynn asked. “We just about got our asses handed to us. I don’t relish the idea of being buried with some corpses for all eternity as they pick at my body with their creepy-ass boney fingers.”

He understood his fears.

Really, he did.

“I would do it, but I literallyCANNOT. I’m already pushing my luck with the fabric of time and fate. I’ve locked Fate away for a full day. The world is running on its own. It takes balance. If I begin raising the dead, I’m risking too much.”

Shit.

That wasn’t good.

“Can’t we just grab a Voodoo priestess here inNew Orleansand hope for the best?” Flynn asked.

“No. It has to be someone who is familiar with our kind of magick. Rinnon is dark magick, forged in a time when there was nothing here. Voodoo calls to that. Wicca doesn’t. That’s the opposite. Again, balance.”

He knew this was difficult.

“There are not many priestesses who can handle Rinnon, Jacques,” he admitted.

Bring them on. I like an orgy.

That was all his wife had to hear.

IS THAT SO?Jolie asked.Do you now, Rinnon? Well, know what I like? The father of my baby to not say shit like that when I’m pregnant and testy.