Hermes' head shot up with that knock, staring at the door in absolute terror.
Dead. He was so dead. Completely dead and not temporarily vampire dead (which, okay still counted as dead but also didn't count.)
He looked over at the window to his bathroom, well aware that not only would Carrick beat him to whatever short distance he had to get the window open and jump the hell out, but that running would only make it worse. Trapped and fucked. Great.
He swallowed over his dry throat, tongue sticking to the roof of his mouth.
"That's...really not a good idea, Master." Yeah, that door was so getting broken down and things were going to get so much worse.