"f**k off, demon. She's not yours to toy with and in no condition to deal with your games," Darren grunted, settling beside me in nothing more than a pair of loose fitting shorts. "Inhale," he ordered, holding the joint to my lips. I licked my chapped, blood-covered lips, and he sighed, nodding to the men leaning against the wall, silently watching us. "She needs water, more blood, and that fucker's head. In that order, gentlemen." He added. "I'll grab water," Phenrys announced, pushing off the wall.
"I'll get more blood," Bane spoke, following him out of the room.
"I'll help Ezekiel convince Cole Van Helsing that we need his assistance to go hunting. Lucas couldn't have made it too far off this mountain," another man of Darren's stated, nodding toward Ezekiel, who continued staring at m
