Page 235 of Mortal Sins


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“I guess just trying to stick a needle in Terrell’s neck wouldn’t be such a hot idea,” Lorenzo mused,

rubbing his forehead. “Uhhhh...”

“I can get tranquilizer guns,” Ephraim suggested. “Slugs can hold up to two milliliters. Used to fill

them with holy water and silver, but we could use that green shit.”

“How many you got?” Lorenzo asked, raising his brows.

“Lots.”

“Oookay. Don’t suppose you have any other weapons? Pointy stakes? Whatever else it is you crazy

people use to hunt vampires?”

“I’ve got what we need,” Ephraim assured him, allowing himself a very pleased smile.

“Okie dokie!” Lorenzo anxiously looked to Snod. “So, the million dollar question. Do you know

where Frankie is?”

“No,” Snod replied hesitantly. “I honestly don’t know where to begin.”

“Uh, hello?” Lorenzo snorted. “You’re still bonded, right? Use that.”

“I can’t. I haven’t heard Frankie since he left. He’s shut me out.”

“Try harder!” Rees snapped, waving his handkerchief angrily. “We’ve gotta get Frankie away from

that fucking monster! He’s spent fucking centuries running from him, and he just went waltzing right

back to him to save your stupid ass!”

“I know!” Snod snarled as he whirled around to glare at Rees. “Frankie is everything to me! You

don’t think I would have rather died than let this happen?”

“Gee, I dunno,” Rees drawled sarcastically before roaring, “Maybe I’d fucking believe you if you

were really fucking trying, you fucking punk!”

“What the fuck, Rees!” Snod was stunned by the man’s attitude, and his own temper rapidly began to

boil.

“Fuck you!” Rees growled loudly. “Now, listen here, you limp dick fucking twat. Take all of that shit,

all of that anger, and you fucking reach into that stupid brain of yours and find him!”

Grinding his teeth together, Snod closed his eyes and did as Rees instructed. He concentrated all of

his fury and anguish, trying to reach out for Frankie. Their bond had been so strong.

There had to be some way to get through.

His heart was thumping with the rush of his rage, focusing on the memory of how it had beaten so

sweetly alongside Frankie’s in their most intimate moments. In his head, their pulses were like the