Miss Frost Says I Do: A Nocturne Falls Mystery (Jayne Frost Book 7) by Kristen Painter

Author:Kristen Painter [Painter, Kristen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sugar Skull Books
Published: 2019-12-01T18:30:00+00:00

He sighed in a way that didn’t fill me with good feelings. “My parents are… That is…” He sighed again and shifted in his seat.

“Do you not want me to meet them?”

He frowned. “Is that an option?”

I stared at him. I was starting to get truly freaked out. “Is there something wrong with me? Do you think they won’t like me? Do they have something against royals? What are you afraid of?”

“Jayne, you’re the most perfect woman I’ve ever met. What I’m afraid of is that you’ll meet my parents and…” He took a moment. The muscles in his jaw twitched. “You won’t want to marry me. And that your parents will agree with you.”

My jaw fell open. “Why on earth would you think that?”

“I am a necromancer.”

“I know.” But clearly, there was something I didn’t. “What does that have to do with your parents?”

He spoke softly and with great reluctance. “Do you know what it takes for a necromancer to be created? How someone with my abilities is created?”

I shook my head.

“I do,” Birdie said.

Of course she did.

I glanced at her.

She shrugged. “You pick up a lot of interesting things in my line of work.”

“Obviously,” I said. “So what does it take?”

With the most innocent expression I’d ever seen, she said, “Well, either both his parents are necromancers…”

I glanced at Sin. “Are they?”

Sin shook his head. “They aren’t.”

I shot Birdie a look.

She made a little face that was in between sympathy and curiosity. “Then I’m pretty sure it requires one of his parents to be a zombie.”

The loudest silence I’d ever heard filled the crawler. While it deafened me, I realized the name of Sin’s doughnut shop—Zombie Donuts—not only made sense, but it was actually a sweet tribute to one of his parents.

Then Sinclair let out the most heart-wrenching groan. “I really screwed up.”

A sudden burst of anxiety made me chew my lip. He was hurting, and I was hurting for him. I grabbed his arm, needing to connect with him. “No, you didn’t. This is all fixable. But does that mean Birdie’s right?”

He nodded, but his eyes were squeezed tight, and he was grimacing. “Yes.”

“Which one of your parents is it?”

“My mother.”

“Your mother is a zombie.” I took my hand back as I tried to process that. The images that filled my head weren’t great. But there was no closing this door now. With a gentle tone that I hoped was also filled with understanding, I ventured forth. “How…much of a zombie is she?”

His frown deepened. “You mean is she rotting away, or just slightly moldy?”

Yikes. “I wasn’t—”

He put his hands up to stop me, his frown softening slightly. “You were, and that’s okay. It’s what everyone wants to know. I didn’t mean to respond so sharply. It’s just that…”

“She’s your mom. Of course you’re going to defend her. You wouldn’t be the man I love if you didn’t.”

“Thanks.” He took a breath, but it didn’t seem to help. I’d never seen him look so deflated.

“What about your dad? He’s not a zombie, then?”

“No.

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