To: amy_bookworm
Fr: LucianHeir87
Subject: How's Egypt
Dear Amy,
I desperately need someone to talk to and since I'm not going to send these e-mails to you, maybe I could talk to you.
To start, how are you doing in Egypt? Last I heard, Irina Spasky was there. You better watch out for her, love. You know she can bite. Ah well, she's a Lucian after all. I can't even believe we're of the same branch with that old woman.
Did you find a clue, yet? Love, Egypt is full of secrets. But if you look closely, you'll see that the truth is right in plain sight. Oh, you also need to be careful of some people there. Madrigals are everywhere so watch out.
My shoulders still hurt and my face is numb. My lips are bloody and I have bruises everywhere. Why? When Father heard that Natalie and I were outsmarted by quote, "Cahill brats" unquote, he turned his fury upon us. Of course, I told Father to put the blame on myself and spare Natalie. She got away easy, thank god. I can't stand to see my sister hurt. An unexpected human side of me, huh?
Back to Father, he slammed me against a wall and pointed a dagger at my throat. He then proceeded to punch me and kick at me and beat me up. I vomited blood earlier, but nobody will help me. Natalie's too afraid. Can't say I blame her. Father's wrath is unimaginable.
You're very lucky, Amy. You know that? It's better to have loving parents for seven years than have abusive parents for the rest of the lifetime.
Amy, I wish I were with you right now. I don't know how I would manage if you got hurt on this hunt. Do something for me Amy, will you? If you can even take favors from a jerk like me. Look after yourself. Because I would truly die if you got hurt.
You are my life now, Amy Cahill. Don't forget that.
I love you.
Love,
Ian