Letter Excerpt
Bonjour Maggie,
It is increasingly more irritating each time you rifle through my brain.
Have you never considered just visiting?
You are a never-ending pain in my buttocks, but it would be nice to see you in person.
Perhaps we can speak about liquor shipments, and you can pretend it’s a business meeting to soothe your troubled soul instead of admitting you actually enjoy my company.
There are a few vampires stirring up trouble in the bayou.
Apparently, one of them was dating a young witch, but then she turned up with bite marks on her neck and swore it was voluntary.
Of course, the young witch’s parents cannot comprehend that, and so there seems to be some issues brewing.
The vampire lover wishes to take her away from the bayou, and the old witches said they will drain him if he tries.
Perhaps this is something that needs to be intervened in before a small war breaks out?
The peace has been kept recently; let us not allow it to be destroyed over youthful encounters.
Speaking of, have the salauds given you any indication as to when they will allow Valeria to return? Surely they cannot keep punishing you. A lifetime and a half has passed—she should be home with you. I confess, I am eager to see her and hear that chirpy laugh once again.
Il me manque. Each day without him seems like torture, and I wonder if living life forever is worth it without him. Do not fret, I will not harm a hair on my handsome head. I just contemplate the futility of existence without my soulmate.
I know that the last time we spoke, I told him it was the end, that it was how it had to be.
Peut-être avais-je tort. It would not be the first time I have been mistaken.
The curse could have ended by now. Do you think the Authority would allow him to return?
If the curse is no longer in place, I could go to him.
Have you spoken to him?
I know what he did was wrong, but you love him, Maggie.
He is your best friend the way that Ria is mine.
I know the pain of not having him in your life.
Will you visit with him? Tell him…No, I will not open that door until we know that nothing will part us again.
But, s'il te pla?t, go to him. Tell him you forgive him—I know you have.
Yours,
Levette Fortier