Charlie was an accomplished hunter in her own right. Ryah had never once worried about her, even though she was several years younger than him. Half the time she gave him a run for his money when they trained together. So for her to get captured, the vampire had to have been incredibly powerful or cunning. Between the picture she'd sent and the reputation Phineas had, Ryah was certain he had the right vampire. Tracking the blond down would be no easy feat, and there was no guarantee Ryah would escape unscathed but he couldn't stand by and do nothing.<br/><br/>He managed a nod. Surely if Drake had wanted to attack him, kill or drain him, he would have done so earlier. He'd had plenty of opportunity, and Ryah had been in a weakened state for hours.<br/><br/>The brunet had no idea how he was going to repay Drake. He'd be really lucky if he hadn't inadvertently made things worse for the other male in this city. It seemed Drake had been perfectly happy living a solitary coven-less life, free from drama and danger.<br/><br/>"I really owe you one," Ryah said. After a moment, he rifled through his pockets and pulled his wallet out, extracting a small card. He passed it to Drake. "If you ever end up in Boston and you're in a bind, you can contact me." The dark blue card was blank, save for a phone number and an address in small, neat white writing. There was no name, no identifying marks. He finally settled on the futon and shut his eyes, succumbing to sleep shortly after. Come morning, he'd get out of Drake's hair, he thought, as he drifted off, the scent of something like leather and black cherries filling his senses.