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Mainly, the unborn child.

Now was the only time the Nephilim could be killed, and that put a target on Jolie’s back.

Yeah, there was no doubt that this was likely to be bloody for all of them.

Until the cards were played out, this was going to be about getting their footing, and that meant one thing.

The boss ofTueur Antiquitieshad to get his shit together.

So, Flynn took control, since this was his rodeo, and his job. Jacques found the antiquities locations, and he went out and hunted them down.

They had ancient trinkets to shove back into Pandora’s Box before the shit got real.

Real ugly.

For them.

“What are we looking at, and are you sure you want to get involved in this?” Flynn asked Death, knowing the ramifications for him.

This wasn’t about them, but the man he and Jolie loved.

While he walked a thin line between family and duty, they honestly never knew what his choice could be. He’d helped them before, and he’d not helped them.

It was a crapshoot.

Since Jacques saw the tapestry of fate, he knew what the potential outcome was.

It terrified him.

While he couldn’t tell them that, he could step in and try to alter that fate.

At that point in time, he didn’t have a choice in the matter. He had to help his family. This was going to be a hairy one where someone might get hurt.

Death was coming.

And he didn’t mean him.

Jacques was keeping the ramifications of what was coming close to the vest, but the future did have death involved. They might not all make it through this one.

So, he was honest.

“Fate is not even trying to pretend not to be involved in this. She’s up to her eyeballs in it, and I’m going to help as much as I can. Besides, most of this is my fault, and falls at my feet.”

They all looked at him.

Death could be cryptic at times, and this appeared to be one of them.

“How so?” Jolie asked, going to him, and hugging her other mate so he didn’t carry the weight of this on his shoulders.

In this game, none of them were at fault.

They were just playing along, trying to keep their heads above the water and not drown. Fate was making it damn difficult too.

Trying was definitely the word to use on this one.

To help the family around him relax, mainly the vampyres, Jacques tapped his sickle on the ground, and both it, and his book disappeared.

Then, he morphed out of his suit into clothing that was more…calming.