It was so damned hard to think. Ryah could feel his head swimming, from the blood loss, from the fight. He could feel how weak he was. If Drake wanted to, he probably could end him. But at least, he wouldn't be able to drain him of his blood, not with the way it was coursing with silver, speckling every drop.<br/><br/>He hadn't killed Phineas. But right now, maybe he didn't need to. Not while he was so weakened and vulnerable. And he had Charlie back. That had been his end game, hadn't it? Nothing else mattered except for that. The fall out, if there was any, he could deal with later.<br/><br/>Ryah stared at Drake, his face indecipherable. There was no way he could trust the vampire, not after his little display. Right? But he needed to get out of here. There was no telling what forces Phin had on hand, if he were coming back. So did Ryah have a choice here?<br/><br/>Better the devil you know, he told himself. "Goddamn it, all right. Help me get Charlie to the car then," he finally ground out, sliding one arm around her. The faster they left this hellhole, the better.