I don’t know why I keep writing these letters to you. All I do when I’m done writing them is stick them in my nightstand drawer. Maybe I’ll give them all to you someday. You’ll be back, and I’ll hand you this pile of letters. And you’ll read them all because that’s the way you are.
It sucks here without you.
Don’t get me wrong. Brennan is awesome, as usual. He does his Brennan thing, making sure I’m okay and that everything keeps running. But, just like the rest of us, most of his waking hours now are spent patrolling. Everything is so much harder now, with no power and the stupid National Guard here. If they were actually, I don’t know, GUARDING things, maybe things would get better. Instead, they stand around, and we all know they’re hoping to catch one of us doing something with our powers. It makes me mad.
Back to Brennan, though. When he’s not doing that, you can tell his thoughts are about a million miles away. Wherever you are, I’m guessing.
So he’s not the same. And Levitt is…weird. He’s just acting weird lately, and it’s freaking me out. He slips away from us, and sometimes, some of the demons from the Nether go with him. I’m going to follow him one of these times. I tried last night, and he caught me and I could tell he was pissed off. He tried to tell me they were going to that motel over on Eight Mile to work off some steam. He was lying. The prostitutes were smart enough to leave town weeks ago.
So I ended up turning around and coming home. The loft was dark. It always is, now. We’re getting low on candles and batteries, so we don’t have lights on at night unless we really need them. It’s better to avoid them, since light would only draw attention to the loft anyway. So I came back, and let myself into the loft, and I heard a noise. Like a groan, and I freaked out and thought someone had gotten in and hurt somebody. So I grabbed the flashlight Brennan keeps on the kitchen island, and I turned it on and swept it around.
The good news is, your ex-husband seems to have moved on. Him and Eunomia jumped off the couch like they’d been shot when the light hit them. I clicked it off and went up to my room. I think I was more uncomfortable than they were. They weren’t, like, naked or anything. But they were on their way.
It was even worse than the time I interrupted Ada and Stone making out in the parking garage.
I told Brennan about it, and he just laughed. I have a feeling he was relieved. Things seem less weird between him and Nain lately. That would probably make you happy. Can I just say that I don’t really see what you saw in your ex? I mean, he’s gorgeous. Damn hot. But his personality leaves a lot to be desired. He’s kind of a jerk, really.
Like Levitt. Damn it. You probably knew that I was crushing on him a little, didn’t you? I was. I still am, I guess. But he’s different now, and I have a bad feeling about what he’s up to. Maybe I’ll ask the imps to spy. They’re better at it than I am. I’ll mention it to Brennan later. Like he needs one more thing to worry about.
Anyway. I miss you. The world always felt like a safe place when you were around, no matter how crazy things got. Without you here, I feel like a little kid, afraid of the dark and sure that there are monsters under my bed, just waiting to reach out and grab me. When I feel like that, I say to myself “be like Molly” and make myself get over it. It works most of the time.
Come back soon.
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