The Zacharias—no, Aunt Nina—was nothing if not persistent. She had a very particular way of wanting things done, and it was as if she had a personal vendetta against anyone who dared to stray from her plans.
Typical Aunt Nina: demanding an immediate response as if the universe revolved around her whims.
Thorin had never encountered her urgency like this before, but he understood the drill. Aunt Nina was determined to assert her dominance over him, as usual.
With a sigh, he tore open the envelope and scanned its contents. Sure enough, there it was—same old threats wrapped in flowery language that could choke a horse.
In summary, Aunt Nina was demanding he rid the area of vampires within a week. If he failed, she'd come to handle it herself—and he could only imagine what that would entail.
Oh, and of course, she couldn't resist mentioning a certain werewolf who had the audacity to spill the beans. Naturally, she told Thorin to deal with it.
