WE'D CLIMBED STAIRS and took twists and turns that'd disorientated the heck out of me by the time Catherine called us to a stop.
"Okay, remove their hoods," she said.
A hand gripped the top of my head, yanking a chunk of hair up with the hood, and I swung toward the thickset vampire with a low snarl of warning as soon as my vision was freed.
He returned the gesture with a half-c****d smirk. Bastard.
"Your quarters," Catherine said, taking a step forward and nudging me along with her.
The room they'd taken us to resembled something from a historical drama, except for the colour of the walls. Pink walls. Dotted with cornices in gold, and rounded n***d women pouring water from vases. Weirdness. Absolute f*****g weirdness.
"I had the room specially made up in anticipation of your arrival
