Senya tugged Bren toward the building, and the others followed. Though Troy sauntered just ahead of them, the redheaded driver hurried inside. Franklin imagined he was warning his master.
Despite that warning, there was no welcome committee inside, just a narrow hallway with a door halfway down its length, and a set of stairs at the opposite end. Franklin could smell the immortality below; the group of vampires waiting in a cluster. He concentrated and could hear the pitter pat of the redhead's voice, explaining that the Executioners were there and in "a bad mood."
Senya stopped at the head of the stairs and called, "Any foul mood on our part is your fault." She strolled down, her long black coat sweeping behind her like an evil villainess' cape. "I assume you have an appropriate excuse?"