Saerian was musing to himself that this was too goddamn easy.
The extent to which Thomas Raith mattered to him was minimal; it was simply that upsetting or harming Thomas would upset and harm Harry. And Saerian was well down the road to despising Harry.
Keeping a White Court vampire in a pile of victims was... well, it was truly easy. Especially when the simple act of feeding was destroying him. Saerian hardly had to lend a hand on Thomas, or nudge him at all. He was torturing himself extensively.
Behind the sea of victims, Saerian changed the fabric of the dream. He surrounded him with hunters--some faces possibly familiar, some probably not.