My sister was supposed to write you, but she flaked out, so I'm writing to say someone is thinking of you out here. I don't know what you did-or anything about you, to tell the truth. That's okay. We can still be pen pals. I hope this finds you well. Be safe.
Bexley
From the first letter she writes, Bexley is the only ray of light in Pollux's slate gray life. He hasn't seen her, but with every word they exchange, he knows. She is his, and somehow soon, he's going to have her in his arms and keep her there. Even the prison bars he's behind won't stop him. With every letter he writes her, he's penning promises between the lines. Promises he will keep, even if he has to die trying.
