I’m sure she’s freaking out that we’re late. Just tell them I have a stomach bug or something, I’ll be in
soon.”
“Fine,” Lorenzo conceded, heading toward the bathroom, adding defiantly, “But I’m peeing first.”
Snod waited for the bathroom door to shut, stalking toward the vampire as he hissed furiously, “What
the hell was that? How did you do that? Talk in my head?”
“The same way you did it to me,” the vampire whispered heatedly, right in Snod’s face. “The bond of
blood is powerful! Very powerful! I’ve only experienced it with another vampire before, okay? I
didn’t exactly know that was going to work!”
“Bullshit!” Snod growled, feeling the anger beginning to intensify, his blood starting to heat up once
again. “You threatened me!”
“No! I simply stated a fact! I will not allow you to hurt my friend!”
“The threat is implied!” Snod barked back, hating how beautiful and bright the vampire’s eyes were
when he was angry. He caught himself looking at his lips again, swallowing back a groan.
The vampire shuddered, stepping away from Snod as if the physical distance would decrease the
lustful sensations.
It did not.
Before either one of them could act upon them, Lorenzo came out of the bathroom, waving his
farewell as he said cheerfully, “Better be there before the boss gets in at lunch, that’s all I’m saying.”
“I’ll be there,” the vampire promised with a strained smile, sighing as his friend left and the door shut
behind him. He narrowed his eyes at Snod, grumbling, “I’m going to be so damn late.”
“You should kill him,” Snod said immediately.
“What?” the vampire gasped. “Are you nuts? He’s my friend! I trust him!”
“You’re a fool,” Snod warned. “You can’t trust anyone but yourself.”
“Says the guy who blindly follows a crazy cult’s every command,” came the dry retort.
Snod wanted to grab him, maybe choke him, but very definitely wanted to kiss him again. He
shivered, wishing the feeling would go away. It was strong and seductive, and it was difficult to
resist. He felt sick to his stomach, trying to pray for strength.
“What’s wrong?” the vampire asked, sounding concerned. “Is it your head? From the accident?”
“Why does that keep happening?” Snod asked, a hint of fear in his voice. He had never felt so out of
control before. “That feeling between us.”
