One second Ryah had been emptying his gun at Phineas. The next, his whole world had flipped and he was reeling, face down on the ground, a heavy weight meeting him pinned, trapped. Ryah let out an incoherent scream of rage, blistering profanity spewing from his lips, twisting and jerking his body, trying to flip over. The voice that had come from above--fucking Drake. The motherfucker had been playing him the whole time, waiting for the perfect moment to backstab him and hand him over to Phineas. No wonder the son of a bitch had been so willing to help him. When Ryah got loose, he was going to kill him. Slit his throat and tear his heart from his chest. He barely noticed when Phineas strolled over, too lost in his unbridled anger.<br/><br/>The blond quirked an eyebrow. "And who are you? I don't recognize you," he directed to the vampire, intrigued. It was incredibly rare to see a daywalker, one left unclaimed. To have one in his coven would add much strength to his numbers. Not to mention his gift. Another hunter. Clearly related to the delicious morsel on the couch, if his angry yells were anything to go by. Phineas circled the pair, amused at how hard the hunter was still struggling. He was going to sap his strength, at this rate, leave himself vulnerable, an easy target.<br/><br/>"Oh, do silence him," Phin said casually. "His yelling is beginning to grate on my ears. I would drain him myself but I already ate." And how sweet her blood had been too. Even better when she had put up a fight. "Might even turn her myself. These hunter types are proving useful. What do you say?"