Joscelin knows that as soon as he leaves she'll probably go out and get high. But he has her now. As long as she doesn't do it around him and can at least pretend to keep it together, she'll be useful to him.

He hands over the blood, and also a small shopping bag that he'd brought with him to the hotel. Inside is an older model iPhone, the cheapest he could find. His number is already pre-programmed into it. "I'll know if you sell this for fae blood, by the way. I've got it tracked."

He moves towards the door. "I'm leaving now. I'll be back tomorrow right at sundown. Be ready."