It pains me, to not hear from you! I feel you do not trust me, though I never betrayed you. I have always wanted to help you. Do you remember when la Princesse turned you? Who was there for you? ‘Twas I, wasn’t it mon ami? I helped you when she disappeared. I knew your confusion. Even though she forced me to keep la monde des vampires secret, I was there, wasn’t I? And during the last year, I have helped you, haven’t I? I have feasted and fait la fête with you all! I invited la cirque to my home in your honor!
And then, when we went to the ball you simply left me!
I waited in Italie for days, waiting for you to arrive, or for some sign that you even lived. What did I get? Nothing but a grilling from ce chien bâtard, Authed! You stirred everyone in the Royal Court when you left. I heard that Sybil went on a frenzied rampage across New York because of the Latin Pimp. I did not write you out of respect, since I knew that the First Dog would be sniffing at my heels for a while.
I dare write you now only because word has reached me that Authed has been killed somehow, transformed into stone! Bl. Vladomir is furious! The gossip suggests that it was in pursuit of you and your friends, and that you have a lizard creature with you that can turn people to stone with a look, like some kind of Méduse. Be careful, Corbeaux! Do not leave the safety of one’s friends only to gain respite in your enemy’s arms!
I write to you to tell you that I received a package from La Poste a short while ago, around the time of Anjelique’s death. It was a black velvet box with a golden ring, on which was the imprint of an eye with the sun behind it. It reminds me of the one you told me of before, the one she made you keep for some time during le Revolte des Colonies. On it was a note printed: Please give to my love, Jean Claude LeBeaux. There is also a very old document written in some language I am not quite sure of – possibly Latin. The words I make out are “Light” and “One of Seven.” I will send it to you, I just need to know where.
I promise you, I am not a spy, nor did I ever try to lose your trust. Everything I did, I did to support you in your endeavor. If I recall correctly from the word in the Court, it was Bl. Vladomir’s arrival, thanks to your trust in me, that devastated the Dragon’s headquarters in Ecosse, and it was Vladomir himself that saved your Bloodlord friend. I fear for your lives, as Heartsbane has put you in his crosshairs. You do not go to a King’s court and spit in his face. He simply will have you executed, and that will be that. From what is travelling along the grape vine, you have done it several times, and he will not deal with you or your friends. I will send a list of cities with a large Firstborn presence, and I suggest, no, I plead that you stay away from them! You will not leave with your lives.
I hope to hear from you, Corbeaux LeBeaux.