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kiss him.
 I know, sorry.
 Okay, I gotta get to work, Tyler said with a sigh.  I ll see you at
lunchtime, Matt, okay?
 Definitely.
 Have a good day, beloved. Zacky smiled as Tyler bent to kiss
him good-bye.
 Frankie, stay home and relax, okay? Tyler said firmly.
 Okay. Thanks, Tyler. Frankie finished his coffee and headed
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back up to his room to get dressed, taking some more blood with him.
He knew he should stay home, stay safe, maybe get some studying
done, but he knew that he couldn t. He went down to his
grandmother s room, smiling at her as she looked up from her book.
 Hi, sweetie.
 Morning, Nana.
 Aren t you going to school today?
 Not today, Nana, but I am going to go out for a little while.
 Oh?
 I don't& Nana, I don t want the others to know, and I don t know
how long I ll be& 
 I ll just tell them you want to sleep.
 Thanks, Nana.
 That s okay. She smiled and took his hand.  Have you met
someone?
 What? Why would you think that? Frankie spluttered.
 Because you re sneaking out, sweetheart. In my experience, that
usually involves a boy. Am I right?
Frankie sighed.  Yeah.
 Oh, Frankie, she said delightedly.  Is he handsome?
 Yes, he whispered, smiling slowly to himself. Jay was beautiful.
 Is he nice?
Frankie stopped smiling and looked away.
 Frankie?
 No.
 What?
 He isn t nice, he sighed.  Nana, you can t tell the others about
this.
 Well, what do you mean he isn t nice?
 He& Nana, please, I can t tell you. Just trust me, please.
 Sweetheart, you know I trust you. I won t say anything. For
now.
Frankie smile tightly.  Thanks. He focused on the rest of the
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house for a moment.  Okay, they ve gone. Just tell them I m sleeping,
please?
His grandmother pursed her lips but nodded.
 Thank you, he repeated, leaning over to kiss her cheek.  See
you later.
He ran up to his room and locked the door behind him. He put all
his dirty laundry on the bed to try and give the impression of his scent
in the room, then jumped out of the window. Running as fast as he
could, he took his usual roundabout and overly circuitous route back
to his grandmother s house. Double-checking it was all clear, he let
himself into the kitchen, gasping as he was grabbed and thrown
against the counter.
 Hey!
 Oh, it s you, Jay muttered.
 Like you didn t know, Frankie snapped. He scowled at the
rogue to try and hide how turned on he was just from that brief
contact. He d felt Jay s presence as soon as he d approached the
house, and he knew that Jay had felt him, too.
 Well, maybe, Jay said quietly, looking away.
 Just wanted an excuse to touch me, huh? Frankie didn t quite
tease.
 Oh fuck you.
Frankie smiled.  No, Jay, you won t be fucking me.
 Like I d want you anyway, Jay sneered, crossing his arms. The
pain was surprisingly intense, and Frankie couldn t stop himself from
just reacting. He grabbed Jay and twisted them round to shove him up
against the counter instead. He pushed a thigh between slim legs,
pushing his hips into Jay s groin as he leaned up to capture the rogue s
pretty lips with his mouth. Sucking Jay s bottom lip into his mouth, he
nipped hard, groaning as a drop of blood spread addictive flavor over
his tongue.
Jay moaned, arms sliding round his waist to drag him closer. He
felt Jay s cock hard against his hip, and it was all Frankie could do to
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yank himself back.
 Sure about that, are you? he asked quietly.
 You son of a bitch, Jay gasped, throwing a punch that Frankie
barely avoided. He caught Jay s fist and twisted until the rogue cried
out, dropping to his knees.
 Stop reacting all the time, Jay. Frankie sighed.  Please. I m not
your enemy.
 You re Pack.
 And you re a rogue. I m not holding that against you, Frankie
said softly. He let go of Jay s fist and offered him his hand. The rogue
stared hard at him, and Frankie felt his heart start to pound. Jay
pushed himself to his feet, ignoring his hand, and Frankie swallowed
back bitter disappointment.
 I thought you were bringing me some food.
 I did. Frankie took the bag of blood from his jacket and put it on
the counter.
 What the fuck is that? Jay asked, nose wrinkling in disgust.
 Food. Turning away, Frankie filled and set the coffee machine.
 I m not eating that. It s in a bag.
The rogue sounded so disturbed by the thought that Frankie
couldn t help a chuckle.
 It s blood, isn t it?
 It s cold, lifeless. How can you even think about drinking that?
 You get used to it.
 Why would you want to?
 So we can stay in one place longer.
Jay sneered.  I don t give a shit about that. I am not drinking
that.
 It s that or starve.
 Fuck you. I ll find my own food.
 Oh really. Gonna go out, are you? Frankie snorted.
 Fuck! Jay snapped, slamming his hand down onto the counter.
 It s not so bad.
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 Maybe not for you.
 Just try it, would you? Frankie asked with a sigh.
 No, Jay said stubbornly.
 Well, what else do you suggest? I m not going to drag someone
here for you to kill.
 Why not?
Frankie snorted.  Don t be an idiot. Just drink it.
 No.
Sighing, Frankie poured himself and Jay a coffee and sat at the
table.
 Try it my way, then, he said, pouring some blood into both
mugs.
 You have to be kidding me?
 No. Frankie took a sip to show him.  It s not bad really.
 I don t think& 
 Please, Frankie said softly. Jay stared at him in shock.
 I okay. He picked up the second mug and took a sip,
grimacing.  That s vile.
Frankie chuckled.  Just drink.
Taking another sip, Jay gagged and choked, covering his mouth as
he coughed.
 I can t, he managed to choke out.
Frankie sighed.  Well, some of the others stick it in the
microwave.
 Like that s gonna make it any better, Jay said with a growl that
curled his lip.
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