Lothaire's face is a blank mask as he faces her. He thought he had time before revealing his secret. Instead, he got blindsided.

"Say something." The sound had been pulled into the vacuum. She could hear a faint buzz ringing in her ears, similar to the moment before a volcano erupts.

"Answer me," Willow whispered. A chill of apprehension slid down her spine.

Lothaire remained stoic. A muscle ticking in his jaw. What could he say that doesn't make him sound like a manipulative bastard? Though he is exactly that.

"Is it the truth? Are you... are you the vampire king?" Her eyes pleaded silently to him to prove her...