Between Passion and Revenge, Part Two (The Griot Chronicles #2)

March, Year One

CHICAGO

My Sweetness:

It’s been a week since you left my apartment in tears. I haven’t left the space, lying in my bed that smells like you—like us. I want to hold on to your scent for as long as I possibly can.

I loathe the day that it’ll disappear. I know it’ll be like another death.

Another death, but at least it won’t be yours. I’d die over and over if it meant you could survive.

At least I’ll have these letters.

I love you, I love you, I fucking love you.

Storm