Severus looked down into the cauldron as he stirred it around with the steel rod in his hand. Draco was working at the cauldron at the next table over as he focused on something under a microscope. He was surprised to see that this house already had a lab set up when they arrived but Blake just gave him a smile and a wink and said nothing else. So, he was sure it had something to do with one of the Potter's ancestors.

"Blakes's blood looks odd," Draco commented and looked over at Severus with a frown.

"How so?" Severus asked.

"It's got flecks of something I haven't seen before," Draco commented. "I might have to send it off to a lab for them to look it over."

"You might want to talk to Miller about that," Severus countered. "We don't want his blood getting into the wrong hands."

"Ah, yes." Draco agreed. "Could it be time magic?"

"Or the Hallows," Severus said lightly. "Or anything else really. Is it different to Potter's blood?"

"Yes," Draco confirmed. "I'll talk to Miller and see what he can do. Your blood looks normal, but your magic is a different story."

Severus nodded, he could feel the way his magic felt and the power from the elder wand in the holster at his waist. The slight pain in his chest had faded since Scorpius had tried to attack the house, three days ago, but he could still feel how unbalanced the magic was. That odd feeling that something was wrong.

"Could the vampire help you out?" Draco questioned.

"We already thought of that." Severus replied. "If he drained off the dark magic, there would be no guarantee that it would regenerate or if the poison wouldn't then turn on my wizard core. It's too much of a risk. It could even turn on Dracka's magic and he has no wizard core to fall back on. It could also eat through the dark magic of the vampire curse, there would be no way that we would risk that. This poison wasn't meant for me."

Draco and Severus fell silent at that, they both knew that Blake had been the target.

"Would this poison have worked if you had light magic?" Draco asked suddenly.

"Give me a second," Severus stated after a second of thought. "I'll ask Blake."

'Blake?' Severus thought across the link.

'K what?' Blake's answer came back and Severus winced, he must have woken him up.

'Would the poison have worked if I had light magic?' Severus asked.

'Not that one,' Blake commented. 'That one was programmed to target dark magic. Has Draco had any luck?'

'He says your blood is odd,' Severus told him in amusement and Blake's own amusement came across the link.

'Miller should be able to help him out with that,' Blake mentioned. 'Get him to give him a call.'

Severus could feel how tired the man was over the link. They had found that the longer they held the link like this, the more he could feel from the other man. The link shouldn't be able to be used like this and Blake wasn't sure why it had changed, it just had one day and neither man really minded.

"Tell him that I have a potion I want him to try," Draco said impatiently as he watched Severus.

"He says, that potion was designed for dark magic," Severus reported, turning to Draco. "And that Miller will be able to help you out with the blood."

'Blake,' Severus thought along the link. 'Draco has a potion here for you to try.'

'Joy,' Blake deadpanned and Severus smirked.

"He is overjoyed with the prospect of trying your potion," Severus drawled to Draco and felt amusement from Blake as he caught an echo of what he'd said to Draco.

Severus felt Blake strengthen the link and he instinctively threw up his wizard magic and then froze. He had blocked Blake from sending magic along the link and he felt Blake curse.

'Bloody quick learner,' Blake grumbled.

Severus frowned as he closed his eyes and reached into his core. He could feel the two links that he had, one to Blake and the other to his silver knife then he looked closer.

'What are you doing?' Blake muttered.

Severus sent an image of him holding up a hand and Blake's amusement bled through. He held the link with Blake and looked at his core as he opened his mind, the way Blake had taught him. He could see his core of rainbows and dark threads and the slight light magic. He looked at the block that he'd thrown up and pulled it back down. He watched the magic dance across the link in interest and an idea came to him.

'Can you break the link,' Severus requested. 'Then pick it up.'

Severus felt the other man's curiosity across the link before it broke. He could still see a slight link but it was just a very thin thread, like silk. He picked up that thread and gently broke it. The light magic in the poison flared and he grabbed his chest. His knees hit the stones with a loud crack as his dark magic attacked the foreign magic. He could feel Draco's hands on his shoulders but he kept looking at his core, watching it until Blake picked up the link again.

Once the link flared, his magic settled and he gasped. It was Blake's connection and the slight block he had put in place that was keeping the magic even. He could feel worry and concern from Blake and he quickly sent the memory of what he had done, once the link was strengthened enough.

He pulled back and opened his eyes to see Draco crouched in front of him as he knelt on the floor with concern in his pale eyes.

"Back with me?" Draco asked softly. "I didn't realise I was dealing with Blake."

Severus snorted as he pulled himself to his feet and looked at the potion that he'd been working on. He sighed in relief when he could see that Draco had cast a status charm.

'This has given me an idea,' Blake mused along the link. 'We should be back soon, Severus.'

'Any luck?' Severus asked as the pain in his chest eased.

Draco watched him with a raised eyebrow but knew that he was communicating with Blake.

'No, nothing.' Blake sighed and he could feel frustration over the link. 'Too many theories and not enough facts. Dracka is a bloody snoop as well and has found everything in this house and he also has sticky fingers. I'm sure he will have plenty of blackmail material for a while.'

Severus sent amusement along the link.

"They haven't found anything at the house," Severus reported to Draco. "Blake is frustrated at the vampire."

Draco smirked and Severus could feel Blake pull back from the connection. He was sure that the man would be looking over the memory that he'd sent him a few more times. Draco pulled a pain potion out of his potion's pouch and held it out to him.

"Now, I feel like Blake." Severus muttered with a smirk as he took the potion.

Draco just gave him a smirk before Severus started to explain what he'd done.

xXx

Kingsley looked over the report in front of him in concern, even with Blake stating this Scorpius Malfoy wasn't a Dark Lord, he was concerned by his movements and the vampires following him. He didn't have to have the power levels of a Dark Lord to be a problem.

"Come in," Kingsley called at the knock on his door and looked up as Hermione Granger-Weasley came into the room. "Hermione, have a seat."

The woman came in with a smile as she pushed her frizzy brown hair behind her ear.

"How are you, Kingsley?" Hermione asked as she looked around.

"I'm well," Kingsley replied as he sat back in his seat. "How are the vampire laws going?"

"Very well," Hermione answered with a wide grin. "Michael and I should have them signed off by the end of the week."

"Perfect," Kingsley exclaimed and glanced down at the report before him. "This vampire Coven being taken hasn't blocked you?"

"Michael had to do some quick talking, but being Blake's lawyer for so long has given him skills," Hermione replied. "Quick talker that man."

"Ha!" Kingsley barked. "I have to feel for him. Poor man"

Hermione laughed softly.

"It helped once wizards knew that vampires have strict laws within Covens," Hermione commented. "By bringing vampire laws into our laws we can cover the rouge vampires away from the Covens. It's also helped that we have a lot of Coven leaders backing us and the Council. Hopefully once everything has been ironed out, they will have the same rights as wizards."

Kingsley nodded in agreement as he rubbed his chin in thought. Hermione pulled out a file and placed it on the table in front of Kingsley.

"The file on the Coven that this Scorpius has taken," Hermione explained. "He killed the Coven leader but the Second in Command got away and contacted Michael. He has him in one of Blake's safe houses until he gets back from Germany and can talk to him."

"I'll have a team sit on the place," Kingsley offered as he flipped the file open. "Mr Boulder does good work."

"He does," Hermione confirmed with a smile. "Ron is not impressed, he thinks Michael gives me too much work."

Kingsley gave the woman a smile, they both looked up when someone knocked on the door.

"Come in," Kingsley called.

Ry walked in with a smile as Hermione jumped to her feet and took him in a hug.

"Hermione," Ry cried with a grin. "What are you doing down here?"

"I brought down the file from Michael about the Coven that was taken," Hermione replied as Ry took a seat with his sword across his lap. "We had the Coven's Second contact Michael with Blake's card."

"Was that Coven under the Treaty?" Ry asked softly.

"We don't think so," Kingsley clarified. "Some are and some aren't but it wouldn't have mattered. Leader disputes are internal and are covered under the Coven's laws not the Council or Treaty."

"Even if it's a wizard that takes over?" Ry asked.

"He followed their laws," Hermione reported in frustration. "He knew what he was doing. The Second, a man called Adam Calfer, bowed out when the leader was killed. From his report it was brutal, both his father and brother were killed as well as others."

"Dad's not going to like that," Ry pointed out.

"Or Dracka," Kingsley added.

The three fell silent at that.

"Were you after something, Potter?" Kingsley asked.

"Dad called," Ry told him. "He should be back tonight some time."

"So," Kingsley remarked. "He'll probably be here tomorrow, sticking his nose into everything."

"Probably," Ry confirmed with a grin. "I thought it would only be right that I give my boss the heads up."

"What do you think Malfoy is up to?" Hermione mused.

"World domination?" Ry said with a smirk. "Draco is slowly heading to taking over St Mungo's. I think it's a Malfoy thing. They can't settle and just have this need to take over everywhere they go. I've already written off my house in Blackpool, between Dad and Draco…well I think it's a loss."

"That man," Kingsley growled. "I just got his bill for his last potion delivery."

"Well, would you look at the time." Ry exclaimed as he jumped to his feet. "Sorry, boss. I've got to go."

Ry threw a grin over his shoulder as he skipped from the room, placing his sword on his belt as he went. Hermione looked after him fondly as Kingsley gave a grin.

"Too much of Blake in that man," Kingsley muttered.

Hermione gave a laugh with a glint in her eyes.

"Yes, there is."

xXx

Harry looked around his office, one last time, before closing the lid on the trunk with a sigh. They had picked out the books, that he thought, might hold promise as well as a few potion texts.

"Ready?"

Harry turned to Dracka in the doorway with a smirk on his face as he looked him over.

"I think so," Harry replied. "Do you mind shrinking this for me?"

Dracka pulled his wand and with a whispered spell, the trunk shrunk down, and Harry placed it away in his pocket. He looked over to Dracka to see the man grinning at him before pulling a piece of parchment from his pocket.

"Oh, god." Harry moaned. "What did you find this time?"

"I'm starting to think this is one of those puzzle houses," Dracka remarked with a smirk. "Every cupboard or room, holds another secret about the life of Blake Sun or in this case Harry Potter."

Dracka held out the paper and Harry took it hesitantly until he looked at it and barked a laugh. It was one of the posters from when he'd been on the run. 'Number one undesirable' in large letters at the top of the poster with his photo on it. He'd kept it in his wallet as a joke. The spells on the paper keeping it looking the same as if it had been printed yesterday.

"If only they knew," Harry muttered in amusement as he passed it back to the vampire. "Keep that, I'm sure Ry would find it amusing. How many things in this house are lining your pockets?"

"Nothing you won't miss," Dracka replied with a smirk and Harry groaned and ran a hand over his head.

"Hold on," Harry said with a frown and headed out of the office and towards the bedroom with Dracka following behind.

"What have you thought of?" Dracka asked.

Harry pulled open his cupboard and pulled out a few boxes and other things. Dracka just watched him in amusement.

"You are such a hoarder," Dracka considered in amusement.

"This coming from a vampire," Harry grumbled as he pulled out a small box.

He opened the box and moved a few things around until he took out a thin piece of glass and metal. Dracka frowned as he looked at the device in interest.

"What is that?" Dracka asked.

It was similar to an iPad but was as slim as a bank card and about the size of a small book. Harry passed it to the vampire before pulling out a few other things.

"From my time, it's called a com device." Harry answered as he went through the box. "I had no way to charge it when I got here but I might have better luck now."

Dracka picked up a wallet and flicked it open to see a photo of Blake on a small card with the name Blake Sun and a slim metal square with the shield of the Department of Mysteries etched into. He flicked through the slim cards in the wallet until he found a photo and pulled it out. Harry glanced over and his heart clenched.

"Alissa," Harry whispered. "And my sons, Sammy and Nikolai. That was taken on Sammy's first birthday."

Harry picked up a small stone and slipped it into his pocket as he went through the other items.

"I didn't realise that the Potter genes were so strong," Dracka commented as he picked up a leather bag in interest.

"Oh, yes." Harry agreed with a grin. "Why do you think no one blinks an eye when I mention I was related to James. I'm sure that Ry has some photos of James and his father. The similarities are interesting."

Harry picked up one of his ear coms but he knew it wouldn't work now. He looked at the scattering of different items, most of it useless and yet held different meanings to him.

"I wonder if portkeys would still work," Harry thought out loud.

"I wouldn't try them," Dracka warned as he sorted through the items and Harry was sure that his wallet disappeared into the vampire's pocket.

"Oi!" Harry snapped and held out his hand. "Wallet."

Dracka flashed his fangs at him and he just wiggled his fingers until the vampire placed the wallet into his hand. He didn't bother going through it, he was sure that Dracka had already slipped a few items out of it. He threw the wallet back into the box with the other items. He took the commutation device from Dracka and looked down at it. With a thought it shrunk in his hand and he slipped it away in his pocket. He would work on it later.

Dracka got to his feet and looked around at all the boxes before holding a hand out to Harry and pulled him to his feet. They both looked at the boxes and Harry sighed and picked up the first one to place it back into the cupboard. They both had them packed away quickly.

"Alright," Harry announced as he looked around one last time. "Time to head back to England then. We have a vampire to talk to."

They made their way to the front door and Harry held it open for Dracka before stepping out and freezing.

"Ah," Harry muttered as he looked out to see the blonde leaning against a tree near the edge of the wards and grabbed Dracka's arm.

The vampire looked over and tensed.

"And you thought that I wouldn't remember?" Scorpius called out with a smirk on his face.

"Do not step over the wards," Harry hissed at Dracka as the vampire's eyes shone red.

Harry moved forward with Dracka beside him until he reached the edge of his wards and stopped. He looked Scorpius over and the other man did the same back. The man did look a lot like Lucius but with dark blue eyes, softer features and sparse blonde hair cut a few inches long. He stood a good head taller than Harry with deep lines around his eyes and the scar in his right cheek. He could see the other man looking him over before his eyes flicked to Dracka.

"Another one to come to your side, Harry?" Scorpius asked with a smirk. "You do seem to pick them up."

"Like strays," Harry replied mildly. "What are you after Scorpius?"

The blonde man moved away from the tree and stepped forward.

"You haven't changed," Scorpius stated. "Still arrogant and expecting everyone to bow to your orders."

"Yep, that's me." Harry stated with a grin that didn't reach his hard eyes. "The famous Harry Potter, that uses my fame and fortune to get what I want."

Scorpius sneered as his eyes looked him over.

"Like the Deathly Hallows?" Scorpius snarled. "Dark magic tainting the Potter line. I notice your 'son' only has light magic, couldn't you share, Potter? Or should I call you Blake Sun?"

"Whatever you like, Malfoy." Harry replied mildly with a shrug. "Makes no difference to me."

"I wonder what people would think if they knew," Scorpius drawled.

"Knew what precisely?" Harry asked. "That I changed my name or that there are two Harry Potters or that you are from my future and the son of Draco Malfoy? How is it that you come to be in this timeline anyway? Did your grandfather help you get here, so desperate for the heir in his image?"

"You took him away from me!" Scorpius snarled, his blue eyes flashing as dark magic rolled towards them and Harry clamped a hand down on Dracka's arm. "He spent twenty years in prison!"

"He should have been executed," Harry replied mildly. "Even your father agreed with that."

"My father was weak!"

"Your father had a heart!" Harry snarled. "And wasn't a coward like your grandfather!"

Harry glared into the blazing blue eyes of the man before him as he held Dracka's arm in a steel grip.

"You turned Al against me!" Scorpius yelled as he stepped forward and Harry could feel him brush the wards with his magic. "He was mine!"

"How was he yours?" Harry hissed and Dracka shivered at his tone. "You killed him."

Scorpius stepped back sharply as he paled.

"Is that what you were hoping to find?" Harry whispered harshly. "That Al would be alive in this time?"

"Yes!" Scorpius shouted. "And what did I find? You! The golden boy, playing everyone. Just like you used to do."

"The chosen one, the boy-who-lived." Harry taunted.

"Ha!" Scorpius barked. "And they called Al the black sheep of the Potter family! No taint of dark magic on him! You! You have blood on your hands, Harry. Lots of blood."

"At least I don't have my lover's blood on my hands," Harry hissed.

Scorpius reeled back with wide eyes before taking a step forward and pulling his silver sword. Harry flared the blood wards around the house and they flashed up green between them before settling down and going clear. Scorpius sneered at them from the other side of the barrier as Dracka growled softly beside him.

"Now what, Harry?" Scorpius mocked. "Are you just going to wait me out? Hope that I leave?"

"Why would I need to do that?" Harry asked in amusement.

Scorpius held out a hand and let it rest on the wards and Harry frowned. He pulled Dracka back a step and the vampire glanced over at him with red eyes. The man was picking through the wards and Harry could feel it and he frowned even more. What was the man hoping to do?

"Unless you have Potter blood, Scorpius." Harry drawled. "You won't be getting through them."

Scorpius grinned and replaced his sword on his belt. He pulled out a vial of blood and held it up. Making Harry gritted his teeth and feel dread in his stomach.

"Oh, Harry." Scorpius tutted. "You always were thick. I do have Potter blood…your blood."

Dracka growled and went to step forward but Harry held his arm in a steel grip.

"Won't do you any good," Harry replied.

Scorpius just sneered and pulled a knife from his pocket. He cut into his palm while Harry held Dracka's arm.

"Blake?" Dracka hissed.

"Yes, Blake?" Scorpius taunted. "I've heard you are a Master Curse Breaker?"

"Yes," Harry confirmed.

Scorpius gave him a smirk as he tipped some of the blood in the vial onto his hand, over the cut.

"What happened to being an Auror?" Scorpius asked mildly. "Decided that it took you away from your 'son' too much?"

"Didn't pay enough," Harry stated with a slight frown.

Scorpius barked a laugh as he reached up with his bloody hand and grabbed the blood wards.

"Blake!" Dracka yelped but Harry just held his arm.

"Your last lot of wards left much to be desired," Scorpius commented as if he was talking about the weather. "It was easy to bypass them to get to you and your lover."

Dracka growled low in his throat and the man's eyes flicked to him.

"Yes," Scorpius smirked. "Are you another one of his trophies on the shelf? A toy to be brought out when he wants something to play with?"

Dracka growled louder and Harry tightened his hold. He kept his mind open to what Scorpius was doing with the wards.

"Nothing to say, Harry?" Scorpius questioned lightly. "Your lover went down without a fight, does this one know about him?"

Dracka snarled and Harry tried to pull back on his arm but the other man had vampire strength on his side.

"Dracka!" Harry hissed.

The vampire turned on him, his red eyes shining as Scorpius's dark magic rolled over them. Harry felt a slight bolt of fear at the look of pure rage in Dracka's eyes. The demon looking at him from that familiar face and Harry felt a sinking in his stomach. With that much rage it would make it easier for the dark magic to get into the vampire's mind.

"You can't cross the wards!" Harry warned with wide green eyes.

"Yes, vampire." Scorpius laughed as he worked through the wards as Harry kept blocking him.

Scorpius poured on the dark magic and Dracka flashed his fangs at Harry but he didn't let go. He dug his hands into Dracka's arm and he was sure that he was going to leave marks on his skin.

"Dracka!" Harry yelped, desperately.

The vampire flicked his head back towards Scorpius as Harry held him back.

"Feeling trapped, Harry?" Scorpius cooed. "Behind blood wards with a vampire? I'm sure I could tip him over the edge."

Scorpius laughed as his blue eyes burned as his dark magic swirled around them. Dracka suddenly lunged forward and Harry cursed as he tightened his grip on the vampire with both hands. He used his whole weight against Dracka to hold him back.

"Rolf!" Harry snapped.

Dracka turned on Harry, his red eyes flashing as he bared his fangs at him.

"Focus!" Harry snapped. "The blood wards!"

Dracka growled at him and Harry could see the demon taking over. Scorpius kept laying on the dark magic, increasing it until Harry could taste it at the back of his throat. Harry pulled on his light magic and poured it into the blood wards. Scorpius hissed and pulled on the wards slightly.

"Please," Harry begged the vampire. "You can't cross touch the wards."

Dracka's eyes softened as Harry held his arm and locked eyes with him.

"Blake?" Dracka whispered.

"That's me," Harry said softly.

"Ha!" Scorpius barked. "Is that what he tells you? Blake Sun, the man to stand up for vampires and people with creature blood. Has he told you how many vampires he's killed? How many dark creatures have fallen to that sword of his? How many he has fucked!"

Dracka snarled and went to lunge but Harry held him and pulled back sharply with his whole weight. Dracka snarled and turned on him, lashing out and Harry blocked him as much as he could. Dracka took advantage as Harry released one of his hands to block him by lashing out with his foot, hitting him in the stomach. Harry cursed but didn't release him. He pulled down on Dracka's arm with his full weight and Dracka pulled back breaking his hold.

Dracka lunged towards Scorpius and Harry flared out with his dark magic. He wrapped it around the vampire and pulled him down, ignoring the pounding in his head. Dracka squeaked as he was pulled to the ground by Harry's magic and he poured it on to keep the man down. He stalked towards Scorpius with rage in his eyes.

The blonde's eyes were wide as they looked at Harry's blazing green eyes. Scorpius stepped back sharply, releasing the wards. Harry flared his magic in the wards and the other man stepped back further.

"Enough!" Harry barked. "I will not tolerate you using people I care about against me!"

Rage flowed through Harry as the Hallows burned in his blood. His sight fell into monotones of black and white as the dark magic in him took over. Dracka whimpered and Harry released him quickly. The vampire scrambled across the ground away from him. Harry stalked forward until he stood right on the edge of the wards.

"Leave," Harry ordered harshly.

"And if I don't?" Scorpius replied mildly but Harry could see the fear in his eyes.

Harry's face twisted up as he reached forward with both hands and grabbed the blood wards. Scorpius stepped further back as Harry gave him a twisted smile.

"This," Harry whispered.

He grabbed the wild magic before him and pushed it forward. Light and dark magic swirling around him as it headed straight for Scorpius. The man yelped and quickly apparated. Harry released the magic, completely spent as he fell to his knees, his head spinning. Everything that he had gained since he'd been killed was spent in one go.

The blood wards still standing as the world slid sideways as he hit the ground. His hand resting on the barrier as the shadows of his vision slipped into darkness and took him down.

xXx

Dracka pulled himself to his feet as the magic around him disappeared. His thoughts clear again and he uncurled his body. He scrambled to his feet and staggered across the grass towards the limp form of Blake.

"Blake!" Dracka yelled as he rushed towards the man, the slight green glow of the wards casting green light over the scene.

He fell to his knees behind Blake and reached out with a shaking hand. He hesitated slightly above Blake's shoulder, the feeling of the man's dark magic in the back of his throat. He swore and grabbed the man's shoulder and pulled. Blake rolled limply onto his back, completely out. Dracka couldn't feel any magic under his hand as he looked into Blake's pale face.

Dracka's phone suddenly rang and he pulled it out, unknown number was on the screen.

"What!?" Dracka snapped.

"What the fuck happened!" Draco's voice snapped over the phone, sounding slightly panicked.

"Scorpius found us," Dracka replied as he held a hand to Blake's forehead.

"Blake?" Draco asked quickly.

"Is out cold," Dracka panted. "We are okay. Severus?"

"Out cold," Draco reported. "I've already called Potter."

Dracka felt a bolt of fear go through him and growled softly as he grabbed Blake's hand. He could hear noises over the phone and a slight struggle and he tensed.

"Dracka?" Ry's voice came over the phone and he relaxed. "Are you two okay?"

"Yes," Dracka answered as he tightened his hold on Blake's hand. "Blake flared the blood wards."

He heard cursing on the other end of the phone.

"You won't be able to leave until Dad or I bring them down," Ry explained quickly. "Don't touch them, they will burn you."

Dracka paled as the memory of Blake holding him back, flashed in his mind, with a slight red haze around it.

"What would happen if I tried to cross them?" Dracka asked faintly.

"Don't!" Ry barked.

"What would happen!" Dracka barked back.

"They could kill you, Dracka!" Ry hissed. "Only a person with Potter blood can cross them."

Dracka paled and looked down at Blake, feeling sick.

"Are you safe?" Ry asked softly. "Do you need me to come there?"

"We should be safe for now," Dracka replied. "I don't think Scorpius will be back. Watch your back Ry and anyone else connected to Blake or yourself."

"Will do," Ry confirmed.

"Severus?" Dracka whispered.

"He'll be fine," Ry reassured. "He just caught the backlash over the link from whatever Dad did…What did Dad do?"

"I'm not sure," Dracka grumbled.

Ry whistled and he could hear Draco reminding Ry about oversea call rates and smirked.

"Got to go," Ry told him. "Take care of him."

Ry hung up and Dracka slipped the phone away as he focused on Blake. He sighed as he looked down at the man before gathering him up in his arms and pulling himself to his feet. The man felt so light in his arms and he frowned. He moved back into the house and into the bedroom, they had been sharing, and stripped the man down and laid him out on the bed.

He traced his hand over the faint marks from the gunshot wounds and the stab wound. Then over the slight bruising from where he'd hit him. He let his hand rest on the spot and sighed. He had felt the dark magic pushing on the demon in his mind and the rage that had overtaken his thoughts. He bowed his head as his hand covered the mark, feeling the roughness of Blake's skin under his hand.

He pulled himself to his feet and stripped before moving to the bed. He pulled the blanket over the two of them. He just held Blake close as he listened to his soft breaths and tried not to think about what could have happened.