Daryl's lip curled up on one side as a low, very animalistic, growl left him. But he backed up a heartbeat later, letting his 'you ain't shit' look linger as he spoke.

"You ain't the prey."

It was true enough. Jean-Claude hadn't been who he'd followed. But it was also a way of skirting the truth, too. Since Daryl had given up on getting the exact same target back in his sights as the night had dragged on. Most any vampire would have done just as well. Jean-Claude just happened to fall into that pocket of exceptions.