Page 231 of Mortal Sins

Snod felt a flicker of hope for his old friend as he tried to navigate his way out of the building. He had

no idea where the other members of the Order had left their vehicles, groaning as he came to the

miserable conclusion that he may end up walking back to the city.

The drive here had been approximately thirty-two minutes, and Ephraim had been driving at an

average speed of forty-five miles per hour. That meant the trip was roughly twenty-four miles and

walking at about three miles per hour would take Snod...

Way too damn long.

Fuck!

He had to try.

Snod had no idea where Terrell would have taken Frankie or where to even begin looking for them.

They could be on the other side of the world by now, but he refused to give up hope. He wouldn’t

allow his love to be held captive a second longer than he had to be.

Just thinking about what Terrell might be doing to him made him shudder.

He had to get to Lorenzo as quickly as possible and get a sample of the cure. He needed something

special to take on an ancient fiend like Terrell, and that explosive green serum might be enough to

even the odds.

Snod took off at a brisk pace, heading back toward the city. He had only made it a few blocks before

Ephraim’s van was zooming up behind him.

“Oh, shit!” Snod cursed, jumping up on the sidewalk to get out of the way. He thought for sure that

Ephraim was going to hit him.

The van roared right past him, skidding to a stop and slowly began backing up. Ephraim rolled down

his window, staring blankly at Snod and demanding, “What happened?”

“They’re all dead,” Snod replied honestly, still poised to run.

“Your vampire lover?” Ephraim scoffed in disgust.

“No,” Snod said, shaking his head slowly. “The one the council was trying to summon... The old one.

He came. He took Frankie... it did not end well.”

“But you survived,” Ephraim said suspiciously.

“Yes,” Snod said slowly, hesitating to elaborate.

Ephraim sighed, glancing out the windshield for a long moment. He was thinking. He looked back at

Snod, snapping, “You can explain on the way.”