Six Sentence Sunday - The Font (WIP)

     Naya carefully schooled her expression, as she always did, to remain expressionless.  She despised these gatherings for many different reasons, but uppermost was the fear.  She was sure the other vampires knew of the extra strength Heriolf took from her blood, the added advantage it gave him over his enemies, many of whom posed as supplicants.  She felt it in the covetous glances they darted her way when her guardian wasn't looking.
    She tried to feel safe.  After all, Heriolf had provided her with his most trusted guards, big fearsome men who had physical strength as well as the best psychic powers of their kind.