<span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">Ryah wasn't sure how they wanted to do this but he didn't think just walking up to the guy's apartment and knocking on the door was a good idea but that was exactly what they did. He wondered what the hell Adam was doing but maybe the vampire had a plan. Maybe that plan involved an ambush, maybe it involved betraying them or throwing them under the bus. The brunet had no idea but if Adam were innocent, Ryah wouldn't blame him one bit for the way he acted. Being accused of being a murderer and being attacked for it was pretty bad. But on the other hand, could he really blame them? all the evidence pointed straight at him, all the victims had been linked to leaving the night club with him. Either way, this night was turning out a lot more complicated than he had anticipated.<br/>
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"All right, I did my part. I'm out," Adam declared and crossed the hall to his own place. "Thank for nothing, assholes. Don't bother me again." all in all, it had been a pretty crummy night. He'd been assaulted, he'd been accused of things he'd never done, he'd had his goddamn blood drank and that had hurt like a son of a bitch, and worst of all, he'd hadn't gotten goddamn laid. At most, he had a couple of hours left but many of the clubs and bars would be closing and the sun coming up soon. What a waste of a night.<br/>
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Ryah barely noticed as Adam left. He could hear something behind the door, and it made the skin on the back of his neck prickle and it made his skin crawl. "Drake, something's up," he said quietly. "It doesn't feel right." He reached out and tried the door handle. Locked. He wasn't sure what he was expecting otherwise but he reached into his back pocket and pulled a pin out, jimmying it into the lock. It took longer than he would have liked, but eventually, it clicked open and the door swung open silently.<br/>
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