Maxwell
Well, she took it better than I thought. She’s still not happy with how things turned out, but then again neither am I. It doesn’t take much to put a list together of things she needs to ‘vampire proof’ her house. Since I still have a few hours before Charlie comes home, I call Grace.
“So what’s the new word?” Grace bellows into the phone.
“I found out who was after Charlie.”
“Do tell.”
“Henry.”
“Henry as in—” She starts to say, but I interrupt her.
“Oh yes, our dear friend Henry. Turns out he blamed me for Prue killing herself to get away from him and he…he set out to kill Charlie with the help of his bride, who is now a vampire by the way.”
“Charlie’s fine, though, right?”
I’m at a loss for words.
“Maxwell? Charlie’s okay, right?” Her nervous tone echoes in my head.
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