Drake was right, as much as he was loathed to admit it. They were just talking, and as much as he intensely disliked the demon, he needed to reign it in. He clenched his jaw, hating the way Drake had put himself between Ryah and the demon. He lowered his arm, though he refused to put his blade down. There was no way he was letting his guard down around an aarrogant asshole like Kane. People like him needed to be taken down a peg or five.<br/><br/>Why did it not surprise him to hear that Drake and Kane definitely had a thing in the past? And why was it even less of a surprise that Kane was a cheating POS who couldn't keep it in his pants? He almost made a snarky comment but then Kane revealed why he was there and Ryah felt his stomach drop, like a heavy stone. From his talks with Drake, he knew the other liked to keep a low profile, he liked to maintain his privacy, never joining a clan or getting in between any turf wars. And now. Fuck, now there was a lot of shit raining down on their heads.<br/><br/>He put his knife down, feeling a little sick. "What--what do you mean?" He asked, stepping out from behind Drake. He needed to know. Was this the vampire leader from New York? Was this because of his sister? Because of Charlie and the others? Because if this was all his fault, if it had followed them all the way from New York...Ryah didn't know what he was going to do.