“We’ve managed.” Kane walked over to the window and placed his hands on Snooke’s shoulders, seeing the demon’s reflection in the glass. Snooke’s eyes were saddened as he blinked a few times. “I’ve done things I’m not proud of.” Kane wanted to know what those things were but didn’t probe. “Living as long as we do, being immortal, it’s bound to happen.” “Maybe.” Snooke’s voice was haunted, as if he were talking to the glass instead of Kane. “I went over to see my uncle yesterday.” When Snooke didn’t say anything else, Kane gave a light squeeze to his shoulders. Snooke brushed the tears from his eyes and then began to speak again. “Someone had taken pictures of us from this window. The pictures showed what had happened the first time we were together.” Kane thought about that night. How badly he had handled the situation. His nerves started to coil tight as Snooke’s words began to form. He had a feeling he could see where this was going, and it was sending a chill down his spine. “My uncle tossed the pictures onto the table and said he wasn’t going to have a faggot nephew.” Snooke’s Adam’s apple bobbed a few times. “He’s the one who put those bruises on you?” Kane asked as he stared at Snooke’s reflection and then down at the street, wondering if someone was at this very moment watching them. “Yes, it was my uncle who beat me.”
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Snooke gasped when Kane lifted him off his feet and hauled him to the bedroom. This was it. Kane was going to say his family was too screwed up to deal with Snooke. He felt the loss before Kane ever spoke a word. When Kane slammed the bedroom door and locked it, Snooke braced himself for the blows. Kane looked like he was ready to chew nails. Why in the hell had he confessed that? Way to keep the guy out of your business, jackass. “I don’t want you around your uncle again,” Kane stated angrily as he slowly walked over to Snooke. Snooke could feel himself shaking from nervousness. He wasn’t sure how to interpret Kane’s mood. Was it directed at him? “That’s impossible,” Snooke said as Kane stopped right in front of him. “Why? Your fucking uncle beats on you. I have a feeling it wasn’t the first time either.” No, it wasn’t. His uncle had a very bad temper, and when Snooke didn’t do as he was told, he paid the price. “I can’t explain it, okay? I don’t want you involved in this, Kane.” Kane grabbed his arm before Snooke could make his getaway. “Shorty, I’m already involved,” Kane said softly. “My heart’s involved now. I won’t see you hurt again.” Snooke’s heart was thumping so strongly in his chest that he thought it was going to burst. What did Kane mean his heart was involved now? Snooke didn’t want to jump to conclusions. Fuck, this was getting extremely complicated. Snooke hesitated, torn by conflicting emotions. “I can help you.” Snooke closed his eyes. How he wanted Kane to help him, but the thought of his uncle getting his hands on the handsome warriors was too much. He opened his eyes and glared at Kane. “I said I don’t want you involved.” “And I said I already was.” Kane smirked at him. “Too bad, so sad. I’m going to help whether you like it or not.” How old was Kane? “You sound like a juvenile.” “And you’re acting like a stubborn mule.” Kane stuck his tongue out at Snooke. The warrior looked ridiculous doing it but managed to make it sexy at the same time. Man, Snooke had it bad for this guy. A grin pulled at Snooke’s lips. “You are such a dork.”
Chapter Five
“Let me show you what a dork can do.” Kane slid his hands around Snooke’s waist and pulled him up into those strong arms. Snooke’s head fell back as Kane began to kiss down his neck, sucking and twirling his tongue over Snooke’s Adam’s apple. Snooke’s neck was on fire as Kane made a trail down to his collarbone. Kane’s mouth covered