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Page 7 of The Cruelest Undead

From where he stood, Mathew nodded, a low feral growl coming from deep within his belly at the mention of her husbands.

Oh, he hated them.

That was crystal clear.

That told her all she needed to know. Fate had picked a winner here. This hapless, broken-down, and twisted creature would create the most havoc.

Perfect.

The world needed more havoc—in her opinion.

“Yesssssss,” he hissed, lifting his head to stare into her eyes.

What she saw was exactly what she needed.

CHAOS.

In his eyes, there was nothing but madness, and to beat Rinnon, that was exactly what they needed.

Oh, Rinnon was fucked seven ways to Sunday on this one. Let him shove that in his ass and think about it.

Daddy Detestable was about to have his hands full, and not in a way he was going to enjoy.

This was the weapon she needed to use, and he was going to be successful.

She could tell.

Now, before he went into the fray, Fate needed to make her weapon even stronger, ensuring that there would be no way that they would lose the war.

She’d give him a little extra under the hood—so to speak.

“I am going to gift you something special to help you out,” she admitted, hoping that the pathetic creature stayed bound in the madness.

She needed him to not think, but instead, to just do. She needed a thoughtless slave to do her bidding.

From where he stood, Mathew listened.

“My mother, Lilith, may her form rot wherever the hell she is,” she began, “was Rinnon’s necromancer. She had the gift, and the spells passed on to her children—myself and Death. I’m going to give you that gift so that you can use it to kill the people who did you dirty.”

At her words, Mathew smiled, his fangs sticking out from behind his lips.

“YESSSSS!”

She warned him.

“It’s only temporary. The magick will only last a week, so you’ll have to find the antiquity that will allow you to keep it—if you want it,” she said, setting him up so he believed he was in control of his own destiny.

Spoiler alert.

He wasn’t.

“Oh, I want it,” Mathew hissed. “I want to destroy them for what was done to me.”

That made her smile.

Oh, some creatures were so predictable.

Fate had nailed this one.




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