The bathroom window was no more than a narrow gap, as far as Tetradore was concerned and yet the thrashing of claws at their hotel door assured the man that it was, quite possibly, his own chance at escape. He watched as Tobias' narrow frame all but slithered through the opening before Tetradore lifted his own, far more muscular frame up in an effort to slide through the window. It was a far tighter fit for his frame and yet, he was hardly given the chance to pull himself from that tight spot before Tobias hands tightly gripped his forearms, all but hauling him through the window and out onto the metal fire escape. The very act of being deposited so ungracefully upon the metal grates prompted a string of curse words from his lips as he picked himself up to his feet. Tobias' voice caused his vibrant emerald eyes to turn upwards and yet the Were-King merely scowled in retort. "God, I know Tobias." Arguing over that religious phrase was hardly of importance here and now, not when he could hear the footfalls of felines in their wake. Instead, Tetradore was altogether focused upon that mad dash ahead of them, the cats behind them far better suited for closing the distance than themselves. Their lanky legs quickly able to cover the ground between the two groups faster then either men and yet, their own distinct level of fitness was perhaps their only saving grace. Tetradore unlocked the vehicle from afar, attempting to provide them with every feasible advantage as the pair all but threw up the doors of the car and into the bucket seats that awaited them.

His key was jammed into the ignition far faster then he had ever done so before as he turned over the engine. He ignored Tobias' yelling as he threw the vehicle in reverse, glancing over his shoulder as his foot slammed on the accelerator. He was thankful, at that moment, to the vehicle superior handling, the car lurching backward near immediately before Tetradore shifted gears. Their tires spun for one terrifying moment before they gripped into the gravel and sent the Alegra roaring forward and out of the hotel parking lot. His gaze was so intently focused upon the road before him and yet, Tetradore's own foot never once eased up on the gas. His chest rose and fell heavily as his body slowly tried to regain his breath from their mad dash. His gaze slowly turned towards the rearview mirror and yet there was naught but darkness behind him - a darkness that only made him all the more anxious. Tetradore's hands gripped the steering wheel far tighter then they should have, showing the whites of his knuckles before his gaze turned back towards the road in front of him. Every mile he could gain between himself and that vampire was a blessing. Tobias stuttered inquiry caused his gaze to shift but fleetingly before his eyes resettled on the darkness ahead of him. His lips pressed together in a small frown and yet, Tetradore was hesitant to respond. "His name is Darcy. He's one of Risque's." The latter part was quite obvious, he was sure and yet he simply found himself incapable of describing the man any better in a way that Tobias might understand.

How did he speak of the vampire's devotion to his mistress? Much less of Darcy's own hatred towards himself for those touches of affection he sometimes received from the vile woman? How did he talk of Darcy's tendency to enjoy causing such pain, all the while carefully calculating to ensure he left no permanent mark and too avoided the panther's face - if only because Darcy knew, innately, what Risque might let him get away with. He was certain it was far easier to simply leave those horrors behind him - to strive for what freedom he could in fear of what Darcy might bring to both himself and Tobias. He had been an idiot for letting the boy talk him into this and now they would both pay for his own inability to simply say 'no'. Inwardly he berated himself for started such a journey so foolheartedly. After all, he had known he would be dragged back again. Matteo had still failed to see a future in which he was free of those shackles, the fae surely would have said something if tonight was such a turning point. How that very knowledge so toyed with his own thoughts! His fingers remained tense upon the steering wheel as those miles dragged on, the road quiet and still as it stretched ahead of him into darkness. It was that very same obscurity behind them for as far as his emerald eyes could see. Even so, that anxiety that so came from such apprehension continued to flutter within his heart. They would come again, the only question was when.

Tetradore was well aware of Tobias' gaze upon him and yet the man said nothing of those thoughts that so plagued him. How he abhored knowing his own future. Frankly, he had little idea of how Matteo handled his affinity. Future sight, Tetradore was certain, was far more of a curse than it was any kind of blessing. His thoughts were sharply jolted by the cry on Tobias' lips. His emerald eyes refocused on the road, only to glance up at the rearview mirror just in time for that motorcycle to rocket into view just behind their rearview lights. The roar of the motorbike caused his own gaze to narrow ever so slightly. There he was - just as Tetradore knew was inevitable. A soft slow breath left his lips as he pushed further on the accelerator, urging the Alegra to its full capabilities. The vehicle lurched forward beneath his foot, the Were-King altogether paid little heed to Tobias' own diligent searching in those tender moments as he pushed the bright red sports car. He glanced away from the road ahead of him only at the sound of the window rolling smoothly downwards, letting in the hiss of wind as they flew through those desert streets. He hardly anticipated the boy's bottle to actually hit its mark, the motorcycle behind them swerved violently at that moment, allowing the sports car to slowly pull away from the vampire.

That distance they gained hardly lasted long, however, before the roar of the bike filled the quiet, humid desert air. His gaze shifted up towards his rearview mirror and yet, even Tetradore was unprepared for the way that ebony machine all but rocketed past them. "Holy....shit..." He muttered, glancing down at the speedometer on the dashboard as if the Were-King somehow doubted his own speed at that moment. He said little of Tobias' disbelief, however, his own attention quickly focused upon the road ahead of him and the darkness that seemingly swallowed the vampire, even in spite of Tetradore's headlights. The very last thing he anticipated was to see the man's headlight suddenly burst to live, causing Tetradore's own gaze to narrow as his eyes adjusted to the sudden influx of light. It hardly took him long to realize the motorcycle was flying towards him, in his own lane nonetheless. That game of chicken, however, was one Tetradore was seemingly unwilling to back down from. Though he doubted Darcy would suffer any true damage from that collision, he was equally as steadfast within his own belief that Darcy was hardly willing to risk any sort of accident that might lead to his own death. Risque, after all, would never allow it. She had taunted him with what might happen if he so foolishly threw away his life, not that such was even feasible with the Pheonix necklace around his neck. Then again, Darcy didn't know about that...did he?

Tetradore's own foot hardly hesitated upon the gas, even in spite of Tobias own inquisitive glancing. He hardly needed the boy's permission, the Were-King fully intending to attempt to run the vampire over all the same and yet, he appreciated Tobias' willingness to challenge fate here and now. His own fingers tightened all over again on the wheel, Tetradore bracing for the impact, his own affinities at the ready with the hope that something would occur well before those vehicles collided. Those vehicles rushed closer and closer together until, quite abruptly, he felt the vehicle give way underneath him. His own gaze immediately darted downwards to see the little dial slowly fall down, the engine's RPM's decreasing along with their own speed. He pressed harder on the gas, hoping that he hadn't somehow broken the car when he needed it most and yet the temperature of the engine was well within an acceptable range. "Fuck." That cursed word was uttered softly on his lips as the continued to slow down, only to roll to a stop at Darcy's feet - the pair entirely his for the taking. This was...not what Tetradore had anticipated. His emerald eyes slowly shifted towards the shadowy figure in front of the car, his foot slowly rising from the gas only for the vehicle to remain where it was. The car, for all intents and purposes, was practically off.

His gaze shifted but briefly as the passenger side window rolled up, only for Tetradore to reach down towards the automatic locks on the driver's side. His head shook ever so slightly at his companion's broken inquiry. "Nothing." He muttered, "I think....he did something." Admittedly, for all those years he had known Darcy, he could scarcely remember a single time in which the man had used this particular gift. Sure, he knew of Darcy's mental fortitude, he knew of those two-toned eyes and the affinities held within them, difficult though it was to use. This, however, was something entirely new. He watched with bated breath as Darcy swung off his motorcycle only to stride towards the pair with an easy confidence that was all but irritating. Tetradore nibbled uneasily on his bottom lip as Darcy leaned against the hood of the vehicle, eying them in an almost victorious fashion as he reached for the cell phone in his pocket. The vampire's side of the conversation was entirely audible in the silence of the night, Tetradore hardly had to even guess just whom Darcy was speaking to. Now that Risque knew, it was doubtful he would leave Syn with just a few bites upon his flesh. Tonight would surely not end well. The very weight of Darcy's gaze upon him nearly confirmed the fact, though Tetradore was diligent to keep his own emerald irises from meeting the mismatched hue of Darcy's own.

Tetradore was distinctly aware of the vampire's movement at the front of the hood as Darcy strolled almost lackadaisically towards his own door. "Tobias." He muttered softly, watching the vampire's every step. "I want you to take my armor power...okay? The one I used with Frost." His voice was soft as he reminded the lanky deviant at his side of that one, admittedly rarely used, affinity. Though he knew he was incapable of stopping Darcy from attacking his closest companion, to gift Tobias his own power might at least diminish the consequences the boy had to experience from Tetradore's own defiance. He flinched as the vehicle's window rolled down against his will and yet, Tetradore hardly bothered to glance at the vampire, his own lips pressed in a hard line. He hardly moved as Darcy leaned against the door, the Were-King merely meeting that drawn-out word with utter silence. He was hardly prepared for that almost gentle touch of Darcy's finger beneath his chin, so purposefully drawing his gaze towards the man beside the vehicle. He steeled himself at that touch, all the same, those vibrant emerald eyes slowly shifted only to regard Darcy with utter indifference.

"You might run out of ribs then," Tetradore muttered simply, his emerald eyes slowly turned towards Tobias, that singular glance so urging the boy's gift for powers to pluck that one from his own arsenal. "Tobias, that's enough." He stated though whether or not it would stop his companion from trying was another matter entirely. His gaze turned upwards towards the rearview mirror, clearly looking for any glimpse of that second vehicle that was, admittedly, rather far behind them if that darkness was anything to go by. "You know, Darcy, if you hate the desert so much, you didn't have to come." It was fruitless, he knew and yet any sort of distraction was a welcomed one whilst Tetradore attempting to consider some way out of this for both himself and the boy at his side. He had promised, after all, to ensure Tobias never went back to Risque, to ensure he was not again hurt by her cold and callous reach. It was a foolish promise and yet it was one he had every intention of attempting to fulfill all the same.