Page 9 of This Blood That Breaks Us (This Blood That Binds Us, #3)

Dear Luke,

Everything is weird now. It’s so cold. I’ve always been one of those cold is better than sweating or you can put on layers, but you can’t escape the heat type of guys. Well, I’m not too proud to say I was wrong. The cold here is intense. Is it cold where you are? I know you’d get on to me for being dramatic for the fact I’m writing these letters like I’m freaking William Shakespeare and then burning them in the fireplace when I’m done. But it’s the only thing that makes me feel like you’re going to get them somehow. Fireplace magic likely? Probably not. But neither were vampires, so I’m holding out for a miracle here.

I don’t like when they sit on my dresser.

Tell Zach I’d write him letters if he’d actually read them. Someone’s gotta be the cool, tortured one in this family. And though Aaron tries, he’s cursed with blond hair. Cool, tortured bad boys don’t read letters from their little brothers, so tell him I get it. Guy has a reputation to uphold.

I’m probably too old to miss you this much, but I don’t care.

P.S. My chest still hurts. And I saw two dogs today.

Love you forever,

Presley