Ryah wondered just what Kane was trying to accomplish here. Did he think that the hunter would be intimidated by this? By the images of death and pain and suffering? That was a laughable thought because he was used to this sort of thing in his line of work. Ryah had seen enough,<i>hell</i>, he'd killed enough himself. Usually it was self-defense but the hunter had definitely dusted a vampire or two in his lifetime. Sure, maybe their message and their reasons were different. But human or vampire or whatever creature it was, at the end of the day it was all the same and he had just as much blood on his hands as Drake did.<br/><br/>As for Drake's previous partners...well, that was certainly none of Ryah's concern now, was it? Just because they'd slept together. Just because of sweat-slick skin and hungry kisses. Fingers clenched in hair, nails digging into soft, smooth skin. Heat and the scent of sex in the air. The feel of their bodies gliding together, chasing after pleasure and satiation.<br/><br/>Then he raised an eyebrow.<i>Once upon a time, we were a team, Drake. You know we could have that again.</i>Was<i>that</i>the reason Kane was here? He was looking to get into Drake's pants? Ryah fought back a short, looking away. This almost felt like some high school drama. A lover's spat. Except his sister's life was on the line. and that thought was like a bucket of ice water cascading over his head.<br/><br/>"You two should just figure your shit out," he muttered and turned away. He pulled his phone out and thumbed out a quick message, telling his parents to up the security around Charlie. As soon as Kane, the asshole, left Ryah planned on being by Charlie's side and never leaving. He wasn't losing her. Not a chance in hell.