Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 134741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
If only I could find the rest of my scattered siblings, then life couldn’t be more fucking perfect.
Fang’s claws sounded on the hardwood floors as we cut through the back entrance, through the large communal living room where bean bags, books, and board games waited to be used, and headed into the small conservatory.
Sitting in a rattan chair with the sun streaming in through the glass roof, I tore open the envelope, all while Fang sniffed the letter and licked my fingers. Giving him a scratch to remain centered in the present, I read.
Dear Brother,
I’ve sent you one sister, but there are more to go.
I’ve kept an eye on you, and while I can’t say I’d be sharing my story the way you have, I’m glad that you can. I’m glad that you’ve been able to walk into the light while I still live in the dark. But you know what...I like it in the shadows. It’s where I belong, just like you belong out there in the sun. Together, we are helping. We’re repairing all the shit that they did wrong.
It’s taken me a long time to track down the next faction. They’ve been extra careful since I murdered fifteen of them when I rescued Quell. (By the way, her name is Isabella...who knew, right?) How did she even remember that? I know I don’t remember my real name, and I know you don’t.
Anyway, I digress.
I’ve enclosed a lock of something for you.
A piece of white beard from a guy I know you were acquainted with.
He gave me a graphic rendition of how he enjoyed kicking you in the head, leaving you for dead only a month or so after we were all recaptured and taken from the valley. Apparently, he got in trouble for that. He’d been tasked to catch any stragglers, but he decided to play a little doctor death instead. Guess it all worked out in the end.
Not for him, though.
I don’t know what the fuck he hoped to achieve by telling me what he did to you, but if it was to make me spare him...he failed.
I made him suffer.
I made him apologize for what he did to you.
Let’s just say he was very, very regretful by the time I was done with him.
You’re welcome.
Oh, and I hope you’ve finally jerked off, brother. If you haven’t, you and I are having a serious chat next time I drop off a sibling.
But for now, look after the sister I’ve sent home.
Be ready because I’ll send the rest of our family soon.
My blood to your blood.
Until we meet again.
Jareth.