Derek Vinyard went from a fatherless skinhead to a brotherless... something else in the time it takes to fall asleep. His family has become a source a guilt; his dreams nightmares, and now it's time to wake up.

From the touch on his hand, I let my fingers slide their way up his forearm, along tense, slick, biceps, over pronounced shoulder blades to rest at the back of his neck. "If you wanted permission to court me Enishi, all you had to do was ask.”