Page 20 of This Blood That Breaks Us (This Blood That Binds Us, #3)

Dear Luke and Zach(Come on. Read the letter, bro),

I keep thinking you’re going to walk through the front door. Kinda like you used to do back at Mom’s place when you’d surprise us on a random Friday night. You’d bring fancy pizza(anyone else miss stuffed crust?) and we’d play games. Fridays were my favorite after you both moved.

I try to imagine what you might be doing, but I have no clue. Sometimes I imagine you both as secret agents or in some remote jungle on an adventure. Or on a beach somewhere sipping beers. I like to think that you’re happy. But I know that’s not true.

I’m kinda thankful for Akira’s blood. Because without it, I’d have never known you were this miserable all the time. You were both scary good at hiding it. I mean, I knew you struggled, but this feeling is the worst. And it gets worse every single day. Why didn’t you say anything? You were great at keeping my secrets. I could have been good at keeping yours. I could have helped you more.

There is this small part of me that wonders if you really wanted to leave. Like you didn’t want to be here with us and you’d rather be there. I know you planned to go back because of Kilian, but that wasn’t always the case, right? For a minute there, you wanted us all to escape together? Maybe vampire-cult life is way more interesting than hanging around here with us.

Crazy, I know.

Sorry to be such a sap, but every day here is so gloomy. There’s no sun ever.

I know you’re sad. If I were with you, I’d tell you a joke.

P.S. Don’t worry. I didn’t celebrate Christmas without you.

Love you forever,

Presley