Rhain stood in the shadows outside Philip's home. He really didn't want to listen to Daisy but he would have to be strategic. Punishing wasn't his priority anyway. Getting Daisy was.
After compelling Philip to leave the family alone, he strolled back home, contemplating whether to satiate his hunger or wait a little longer. If he was going to drink, then he needed a nice female in his embrace. A delicate neck to sink his fangs into.
His throat burned with a familiar thirst, a hunger that echoed through the centuries. Tonight, he decided, he wouldn't hunt. Instead, he would find his nourishment somewhere else.
