"That the Island did what it's done to dozens of people before you?" He offered with a shrug. Moving his hand from the cross to his chin, Asher forced Ray's head to the side, fangs bared before finally going in for the kill.

Or kiss, in this case.

His fangs barely scraped skin before he pressed his lips against the pulse point in Ray's neck, lingering there a second before pulling back and releasing Ray completely. "Low blow. But I think I'd be more worried about what the Mountie would think," Asher said, conversationally, as if nothing out of the ordinary had just taken place.