Frankie tucked Snod into bed, kissing him sweetly. “Mmm, goodnight.”
“Good morning,” Snod drowsily corrected.
“Sleep,” Frankie laughed, blinking away to finish getting ready.
Snod tried to go to sleep, frowning when he couldn’t drift off right away. Usually, he couldn’t fight it
and sleep took him under almost immediately. His stomach grumbled lightly, and he tried to ignore it.
Snod happened to notice that one of the window coverings had been torn during their passionate
exercises. There was a tiny streak of sunlight peeking through, lighting up a corner of the bed near his
foot. His curiosity got the better of him, and he scooted down toward it.
Frankie hadn’t let Snod try this and he had warned him of the anguish and pain that even a small
amount of daylight could cause.
Without Frankie here next to him, Snod was already feeling empty again, and he wanted to feel
something, anything to distract him from the nagging hunger.
He stretched his foot out toward the light, dipping in a toe and quickly pulling back, blinking rapidly.
Nothing.
Braver now, he pushed his foot into the sunlight and held it there.
Again, nothing.
He wiggled his pale toes, grinning at the little shadows flickering around his foot. It didn’t hurt at all.
He could feel warmth, the happy glow of the morning sun, but no pain.
Could it be...
Snod sat up, summoning all of his willpower to stay awake and approaching the window. He let the
sunlight hit him directly in the face, squinting at the brightness, but otherwise he felt no discomfort.
“Obe? What are you doing?” Frankie’s voice called out sharply.
“I think I can...” Snod began, his hand on the window covering and beginning to pull it down. He
didn’t have a chance to finish his sentence, Frankie moving like a blur and tackling him back into bed.
“Are you crazy!” Frankie yelped. “You’ll be burned!”
“Look!” Snod grunted, sticking his foot back out into the sunlight. He waited for Frankie to see it and
wiggled his toes like he had before.
Frankie blinked, staring back at Snod in complete disbelief. “You’re... you’re immune?”
Snod gently pushed Frankie off of him, returning to the window once more. He peeled down the
covering under Frankie’s watchful eye, knowing he was ready to pounce at the first sign of singed
