Ryah knew Drake was right. He didn't think he could find anyone who would be willing to let a vampire snack on them. At least no one in the hunting community. And it wasn't like he could go up to a random stranger and ask them for a few pints either.<br/><br/>The only problem was Phin. Ryah was certain that if he let Drake walk away, the blond master vampire would kill Drake for helping him and his sister escape. Sure, the brunet had his blood sources in town, but how useful would they be with Phin and his coven bearing down on him?<br/><br/>The hunter relayed his concerns to Drake. It was just so risky to stay in town. He hesitated. "If... If you really need blood, there's always...me," he finally said, keeping his eyes glued to the road. "If you don't need that much, I mean..." Even as he spoke, he wondered what he was doing. Was he really offering up his own blood to a vampire? It hadn't...been so bad last time, though Ryah would rather be shoved out an airplane sans parachute than admit that to anyone.<br/><br/>"And who knows? Maybe you could get another job at the hospital in Boston while you wait for the heat to die down," he continued, ever so casual, as if he hadn't just offered himself, practically on a silver platter. They reached the outskirts of town and Ryah pulled over into an empty parking lot of an abandoned, run down building. "So what's it gonna be?"