Griff
“I hope you’ll continue to write me and stay in touch, because while I have the werewolf side of things down, there’s a lot about magic I still don’t know. Thank you for showing me hope in a dark time, and for taking a chance on our friendship—actually, that’s scribbled out—for taking a chance on our relationship. Be sure to keep Pruitt, Uriah, and Darcy in line while I’m gone. Although I am not with you, you all will always have a home at the Dark Moon Manor, and you will always have a friend in me. This isn’t goodbye, this is see you soon. After all, darl, I still owe you that date.”
put the letter down, wiping a tear from his eye. “So that’s what you all weren’t telling me.”
It was then that he noticed a photo tucked into the envelope. Pulling it out, he recognized it as the picture Dachre took of him and Haven at the frat party. “And don’t worry, that was a happy, cutesy teardrop.”
“Figured we should let the guy with the mission tell you—or, well, write you,” Uriah said, wrapping his arm around . “Forgive us?”
“Always,” said with a wink.
“He’s got his work cut out for him,” Quinn said with a nod. “Glad all I have to worry about is this play and staying out of the sun.”
Pruitt stirred as his phone vibrated. “Speak of the devil,” he began. “Haven just sent me a photo. It’s a picture of some kind of map, I think?”
“Oh!” Old Mother Madge chimed in as she passed a shot to Quinn and held one up for herself. “He used his one free scry to find out just where this inexperienced human who now has the power of an Original Witch lives. I just borrowed the Artemis Grimoire for the spell—and voilà!”
Flipping the letter around, ’s eyes grew wide with realization. “I didn’t see this until now, but there’s more if you guys want me to keep reading.”
“Please do,” Pruitt said, his brows furrowed as he studied his phone screen.
“ P.S. Tell Pruitt he’s always invited to come—I could use any advice he has to give, and perhaps he could use the closure. P.S.S. That invite, of course, extends to you and anyone else who wants a little road trip.”
Pruitt nudged Uriah. “You thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’?”
The vampire smiled. “Sure am. Tonight, we fly!” Quickly realizing his comment had earned him a series of dumbfounded looks, Uriah shrugged. “Only kidding. Think my weight limit is, at maximum, one destructive demon twink.”