Ryah carried his sister to the bed and laid her down. He gently removed her shoes and tucked her in, scanning her pale face. "I don't know why she won't wake up," he said, swallowing around the lump in his throat. If only he'd been faster, stronger. If only he'd been a better brother, a better hunter. He was the older one, he should have been there to protect her.<br/><br/>Back in the lobby, Samuel stared at the vampire, his expression unreadable. "What's your endgame here? Do you really expect us to believe you're doing this out of the goodness of your heart?" His son may have been overly trusting but Samuel knew better. Vampires were all self serving and bloodthirsty monsters. "You expect us to believe that Zacharyah just<i>happened</i>to come across you and you decided to help him? I am nowhere near as naive and trusting as my son."<br/><br/>The older man was tempted to simply end the vampire's life. Even if it made Zacharyah upset, it was probably for the best. Who was to say the entire thing hadn't been a set up? A way to infiltrate the community of hunters. Despite the desire to simply kill the undead creature, Samuel<i>had</i>promised Ryah. For now, he would honor his word.