Everything this month is building towards the release of Saint's Sinner. Here is another little snippet from the story.
They took what meant most to him, but they underestimated what he and his club would go through to retrieve the man he loved.
“It’s been a while since I’ve been camping,” Sinn murmured, keeping his voice low. “Are the stars out tonight?”
“Yeah,” Night murmured. “Lots of them. I was just laying here trying to figure out the difference between Pollux and Castor.”
“The fuck?”
“Twin stars that make up the Gemini
constellation,” Night said. “Pollux and Castor were brothers or something. One
was mortal and one was immortal if I remember it right. The immortal one wanted
to share his immortality with his brother, so Zeus made them stars. Now they
live up there forever.”
He felt Sinn moving and when he
glanced over, Night saw that he was laying on his back now too. “Where did you
learn that?”
“This book my brother had when we
were kids. He was always staring up at the sky, talking about space camp and
wanting to be an astronaut.”
“I’m going to guess that didn’t
happen.”
“Naa. He, and a couple of my cousins
got busted holding up a Wawas. They did three years in juvie and joined the
family business not long after they got out.”
“Which would be?”
“Nothin’ legal.”
“Yeah, I kinda figured that,” Sinn
said. “So what about you? Did you join the family business?”
“I’m not a fan of sleeping behind
bars,” Night admitted.
“That doesn’t answer the question.”
“I’m on hiatus.”
“Uh-huh.”
“It’s the best answer I’ve got.”
“Somehow, I doubt that, but I’ll wait
and press you when there are fewer ears around to hear whatever it is you’re
trying to hide.”
“Mark knows my history.”
“But it isn’t Mark’s bed you're looking
to climb in?” Sinn asked. “Or at least I hope it’s not.”
“Don’t see where one thing has to do
with the other.”
Sinn rolled a little more, until his
hand rested on Night’s chest, just above his heart. “When I claim someone, it’s
not going to be for a little while. So, if you’re on hiatus from something
that’s going to yank you out from underneath me, then I wanna know before I
invest too much time in someone who might not be worth it.”
“I’m patchin’ in here, now ain’t I?”
“Yeah,” Sinn replied. “But if this
week has taught me anything, it’s how quickly the past can come back to haunt
you. If I hadn’t told you where I was from…”
“We’d still be searching, that
simple,” Night said. “Saint wouldn’t have given up until he was six feet under,
and even then, they might have had to stomp him down two more feet just to keep
his ghost from going postal.”
“Yeah, that’s the part that scared the shit outta me.”
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