Snod kissed Frankie with every ounce of love and anguish twisting around inside of him, convincing
himself that this wouldn’t be the last time. This would not be their last kiss.
Frankie was pulling away all too soon, his eyes red with bloody tears as he whispered, “I’m sorry,
Obe... I love you.”
“Don’t go,” Snod begged, trying to hold onto him. “Don’t fucking go! Don’t—”
Frankie was gone along with Terrell, both of them vanishing before Snod could even draw another
breath. He fell against the wall, holding his face in his hands as defeat crushed him.
Frankie, please. I love you. You’re everything to me, you’re my whole fucking world... I will find a
way to save you from him. I swear it.
Silence was all he received in response, straining to reach out and sense anything he could from
Frankie. He couldn’t feel anything, and he tried to get his scattered thoughts together. He was alone,
surrounded by corpses, and he was completely lost.
Snod knew that Terrell was immensely powerful, but he refused to give up. There had to be a way to
defeat him.
There had to be some fucking way.
In a moment of hopeless depression, he briefly considered what Frankie had told him to do; to take
the cure and move on. It would certainly be easier, but how could he...
Wait.
The cure.
Snod was on his feet in seconds, flying toward the exit. A plan began to form, pushing aside his
emotions and focusing on the task at hand. He had an ancient vampire to kill and a beautiful boyfriend
to rescue. He had to get back to the city as quickly as possible. As much as he hated to admit it, there
was only one person who could help him save Frankie.
Lorenzo.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Snod had never run so fast in his life. He raced back through the hallway and out the door, nearly
tripping over more corpses. He paused long enough to identify them, realizing they were the hunters
who had gone after Ephraim.
The van was gone.
Ephraim had escaped.
