didn’t end very well, okay?”
Snod snorted, Mark now looking his way with a sour face. Snod smiled, big and bright, very
purposely winding his arm around Frankie’s waist. He didn’t know what was making him feel so
possessive, but he wanted to make it clear that Frankie was his.
But wait, he wasn’t... was he? They weren’t courting. Snod actually didn’t know how to define what
they were to each other except he had no intentions of sharing Frankie, no matter how temporary this
was.
“I should at least go say hello,” Frankie said, gently pulling himself away from Snod.
Snod gritted his teeth together, watching Frankie approach Mark and awkwardly exchange a hug. He
wished he could hear what they were saying, chugging back his drink with a scowl.
“Frankie had such a crush on him,” Lorenzo said unhelpfully. “It really broke his heart when Mark
dumped him because of your, ahem, ‘car trouble.’”
“Car trouble,” Snod echoed. He cut his eyes at Lorenzo as he demanded, “How much do you know?”
“Frankie likes his secrets,” Lorenzo replied, “but I’m not stupid. I know something really bad
happened, and he helped you out. That’s what Frankie does. He always helps other people first, no
matter what it costs him.”
Snod scoffed disgustedly. “Was Mark really that much of a loss?”
“Frankie was like freakin’ in love with him until you came along,” Lorenzo said, ordering them
another round. “He’s a super great guy. Good job, nice car, and fuck, look at that mug. Sorry, bro, but
you still might have some competition.”
“Does he know? What Frankie is?”
“No,” Lorenzo replied, “and I’m still waiting to hear the full story of how the fuck you do.”
Watching Mark paw at Frankie’s arm and leaning close to whisper in his ear, Snod could finally
identify that nasty, angry feeling burning down inside of him. It was a sin he had always managed to
avoid before, but now it was threatening to scorch the very lining of his stomach.
Envy.
Chapter Seven
Snod had been the victim of many sins throughout his life. He had succumbed to wrath more times
than he could count, and he was getting quite familiar with lust. Pride was one he had dabbled in,
having taken much pride as a victorious hunter time and time again.
