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Rix and Jorik had never been through it, thank fuck.
But it was only a matter of time. We only had two vials left. We’d need to dose tomorrow, which would get us three more days. We were foolish to spend our time at this cabin. We should be gaining ground and getting to Sector Six as fast as we could.
But I also understood their desire to regroup and rest here. Sleep on the boat wasn’t restful, and I had to agree that I felt grimy not getting to properly bathe.
Settling back into the chair, I put the candle on the side table and flicked open the letter with one hand while bringing the turpentine masquerading as gin up to my lips for another sip, bracing myself for its assault on my taste buds.
Yeah, unlike the whiskey, which grew on you, there was no getting used to this garbage.
Either way, it numbed the pain in my black heart and distracted me from the noises I could now hear echoing from the room a few walls away.
I focused on the letter in my hand.
It was handwritten and in very poor handwriting—perhaps the author had been imbibing on his own distillations as he wrote this.
But I did the best I could to read with my one good eye what was said.
My dearest Viviana,
How I long to hear your cries of pure bliss as I pour my seed into your hot, tight tunnel. To feel your nails—sharp as a lynx’s claws—race down my back, drawing the blood that pumps only for you, my love.
Your nipples, sweeter than the plumpest and juicy of wild strawberries, still haunt my dreams, and I wake up suckling my own thumb, imagining they are your teats.
Your cunt, so perfect. Downy and damp, with the unique and musky scent that belongs only to you.
Your lips, delicate and soft folds I relish peeling back with my fingers as I delve into your heat and feel you pulse and throb around me. I crave the sweet nectar of your cunt as it flows like honey across my tongue. I could drink you down for an eternity, my darling, and never feel quenched.
Your eyes, wide and blue and so full of love as you slide the thick head of my cock into your mouth and smile around it before you push me to the back of your throat and let me pour my hot seed into your belly.
Viviana, my love.
My life.
Why the hell did you have to sleep with my brother?
I hate you, you vicious bitch, and I hope you and Gareth die.
Go to fucking hell, you cheating whore, and if I die and we see each other across the road in hell, don’t bother waving, because I won’t fucking wave back.
Die, bitch! Die!
All my love,
Ednard.
I stared at the letter, then read it again. And again.
Then, because there literally wasn’t anything I could do, I tossed my head back and laughed until tears pricked the corners of my eyes and my mouth hurt from smiling.
There was no date on the letter, but based on how faded the ink was, I would say it had to be at least twenty or thirty years old. Probably older.
Was that how long this cabin had sat abandoned?
The layer of dust over everything when we first arrived would agree with that statement.
Poor Ednard.
His brother and his wife?
