“I want...” Snod struggled to answer the question honestly. His heart felt heavy, heavy enough to keep
him pinned down against the mattress and his chest was so tight that it was hard to breathe. “I want a
happy ending.”
Frankie gently squeezed his hand, replying, “So do I.” He leaned down, softly kissing Snod’s
forehead. “Goodnight, Obe.”
“Goodnight, Frankie.”
Chapter Ten
Four o’clock in the morning came impossibly soon, Snod grumbling his complaint against his pillow.
He reached out to the space next to him, scowling when he found himself alone. The sheets were still
itchy, his head was throbbing, and Frankie wasn’t here. He tried to roll over and fall back asleep, but
his mind was suddenly alive with carnal thoughts.
He was overcome with a wave of desire bubbling back at him through the bond, but he couldn’t
distinguish if it was his own or Frankie’s. His eyes groggily blinked open, and he reached down to
palm himself through his pants.
His cock was rigid, uncomfortably hard.
He desperately needed relief, wiggling out of his clothes to take himself in hand. He would handle
this situation and then try to pass back out. He had barely begun to stroke when the intense desire
began to fade, leaving him hard and frustrated. He didn’t understand what was wrong, confused and
dragging his hands over his face.
How long had it been since he had cleansed himself? Since he had prayed for forgiveness?
It was four in the morning. This was the time he would always start his day. Wake up, train, pray,
shower...
Hunt.
His phone wasn’t beeping with a new mission now. It was a dead paperweight in the bedside table
with his scapular because he had been kicked out of the Order. He only had a few more weeks before
he’d dare attempt turning it back on.
He needed to have a name.
Snod lifted his head, suddenly distracted by someone singing.
It was Frankie.
He rose from the bed as he listened, his erection forgotten for the moment. He didn’t recognize the
