"Like a lock is going to stop any of the vampires out there."
He half shrugged. "No, but I would still recommend it."
Though I couldn't see the point, I locked the door as requested, then turned and looked around. The room was little more than a small white box, with no furniture other than the bed and the light screen. I walked across to the touch panel and slid a finger across the appropriate app. The TV came to life. The scene it revealed was one man viciously fucking another as he sucked the life from the poor fellow. The only sounds to be heard were the slapping of flesh against flesh and the occasional slurp.
I shivered and turned my back to the screen. I might have to listen, but I didn't have to watch. Not the whole sick performance, anyway.
Azriel still stood near to the door, Valdis held by his side. She gleamed with an ugly blue-black fire.
I raised an eyebrow in silent query, and he said, "There is much unrest outside."
I know. Fear sharpened within me. Amaya responded immediately, her noise adding to the ache in my still-tired brain. "When do you think they'll attack?"
"We are not dealing with sensible vampires in this place." He paused, then added, "We're not even dealing with your kind of sensible."
The comment drew a smile, as he'd no doubt intended. "Then we could be in big trouble."
"And it means you will have to watch the screen to see when the Rakshasa appears. I will deal with what comes."
My gaze flicked to the light screen. The vampire was reaching his climax and the whore was intact, and alive. "I will, when I have to."
He nodded. His attention obviously wasn't on me, but rather on the danger that lurked beyond the closed door.
"How many do you think they'll send at us?" I asked quietly.
"There are at least a dozen, by the feel of it."
Twelve against two weren't great odds by any stretch of the imagination, but they weren't insurmountable given that we had not only Azriel's skills but the two swords, as well. It could have been a whole lot worse. It could have been half the damn room.