"I'll take care of that," Gatlin said with a sneer. He moved, though not as gracefully, with a speed he hadn't known before. he darted at the second man, the smell of stale beer clinging to him like cologne.
So much for following her lead. he hoped he hadn't over stepped, but hunger was throbbing behind his eyes, and in his veins. He needed the blood more than he'd realised.