Rurik looked up, his grip on Gatlin relaxing. The boy tumbled to the floor, groaning reflexively as he curled onto his side.
Blood trickled down Rurik's chin, and his eyes were a bit wild, as he looked at Kai. Taking a step forward, he moved over Gatlin and moved past Kai, heading for the end table situated beside the sofa.
He snatched a small brown pill bottle, fondling it before slipping it into his pocket.