Living with Adalia has really got me forgetting about just how bone-chillingly terrifying Matriarchs can actually be when they want to be.
All day and all night subjected to her soft, gentle, almost mesmerizing voice had lulled me to a false sense of security to the point of complacency.
Lucky for me I got the always nice, always helpful Amelia here to politely remind me that vampires were not all cuddly bunnies, her shrill snarlings rattling my skull around like a maraca just to make absolutely sure the disparity just hits all the more disorienting.
And let me tell you, it was working.
