Page 9 of The Cruelest Undead

It looked as if Fate had picked the perfect nut to throw at Daddy detestable.

Let it begin.

Oh, and destroying his family would slow him down so she could find a way to shove his convoluted ass back into the box herself.

That would be part two of this game.

The conclusion.

When Mathew moved closer, he had to know one thing.

“Where is the sword?” he asked, his voice garbled with the insanity that had him in its clutches.

Yeah, well, about that.

She wished she knew.

Who did?

Death.

Well, that might not be one hundred percent factual. She suspected he could find it. He was a pain in her ass, and she knew he wouldn’t be looking for it.

YET.

She’d had to be careful since he was always trying to stop her from ending Rinnon.

This little plot was written in Fate’s tapestry, way into the future, she knew it was off his radar.

For now.

“I only know a general location, but I do know it’s a place you’re very familiar with, so you should have no problem finding it. You lived there before you were ostracized by Jolie to come to Paris.”

At the mention of her name, he reacted.

His whole body did this weird jittery dance and his nails lengthened.

It was creepy as fuck.

And that was saying a lot.

You didn’t freak Fate out easily, but here she was, wanting to get away from him.

Yeah, he was off alright, and she needed to utilize him before what was left of his brain was annihilated into a puddle of mush.

This was the beginning stages of a zombie, and he could go bad at any moment.

Oh, well.

She pitied Jolie and her family.

Nahhhh, she really didn’t.

Let.

Them.

Rot.