Ryah nearly jerked his arm and smacked Drake in the face in the process, despite the warning he'd gotten. He hadn't been expecting it and it had taken him by surprise but then he was hit with a tingle of pleasure from Drake's tongue. It wasn't as potent as the last time but Ryah suspected that was because it wasn't an open wound he was healing. Still--it felt good and he sucked in a sharp breath, his body reacting very inappropriately. The hunter clenched his fist, digging his nails into his palm, trying to anchor himself instead of shoving Drake against the stairs and--and what? Running his hands over his pale skin, devouring his lips, tasting his mouth again?<br/><br/>It was a chemical reaction, nothing more, he told himself firmly and willed his racing heart to slow the fuck down. When the wound games, he pulled away, giving the vampire with a mumbled thanks before unlocking his phone, scripting a new text with this information. "Half demon? We can--I might know people who can help." People who could destroy the abomination before he hurt anyone else. "We should--let's get out of here. We can go to my parents' place."<br/><br/>He stood up, feeling just a touch lightheaded before grabbing Drake's arm, to tug him down the stairs. At least, even in his panicked state, he hadn't taken the elevator. That would have been criminally amateur of him as a hunter. From Drake's words, it sounded like Kane was growing more dangerous, the longer he lived. If this was how he was now, Ryah didn't want to see what he'd be like in a few months time.