“Jesus, that’s dark, even for you.” Rhiannon slid into unoccupied space beside her friend. “Maybe I should rethink my gift.” The hunter had been outside when Katherine tore into the parking lot looking like she was on a mission to machine gun everyone in the mouth. After a quick stop at her car to grab a duffel bag, she went back into the saloon and followed common sense to the alcohol, where she knew she’d fine Katherine. Rhiannon offered the zippered bag to the vampire on the crook of her fingers.