"...Are you ready?"
I'm about to nod, but I turn to Richard, nervous. We're back in the living room, and our Overlord showed up at sunrise, as if he knew exactly when we were about to light up that match. A figurative match, I mean. The one that this email is about to trigger. A long email, with lots of attached documents, and a dozen email addresses in the recipient line. I trust Swithin to have curated those carefully, but... what will happen next? I can't help but be nervous. This is war. Real war this time, that I'm about to declare against Charles. And I can't help but worry about the consequences, again.
"What if he discloses the truth? About us?" I ask, nervous as hell. "That I'm his ex, who returned as a vampire to get revenge?"
"Did you hear yourself, or do you need me to rec
