Between Two Kings (Split or Swallow, #2)

by Lindsay Straube

Apollo sent his own gift—an enormous bouquet of deep purple and red flowers. The color of a bruise. Complex. And beautiful. Just like you.

It is my understanding that Leo wrote you letters. I thought it only fair that I write one of my own.

I should have known that your heart does not work that way. You do not work that way. You love freely and wholly and without apology. You love even when it is inconvenient and infuriating and maddening. You love shamelessly. It is a stunning quality, and it is one I envy. I love covetously. I love greedily and without regard for others. I swore I would never hurt you, and I have broken that promise many times over. I pray you forgive me.

Only you can do the impossible. You are extraordinary, Tem. It has been the greatest honor of my life to love you. I only hope I was worthy of your love in return. Yours, Caspen

And don’t think I don’t notice when you wear something low-cut. I know you do it for me. And I know you know I know. Stop doing that. Yours, Leo P.S. Never stop doing that.

Somehow, despite my better judgment, still yours, Leo

Why is it that every time we look at each other, it feels like stars colliding? What did you do on our wedding—what bond now exists between us?

I swear I feel worse every day I’m not with you. It’s like I need to touch you, and if I don’t, I’ll die. Do you feel that too? Or do I yearn alone?

I can’t stop thinking about you. When I try, I only think about you more. You’re in the whiskey I drink, the books I read, the stars I see. You’re a part of me.

That’s all it would take: one word from you, and I wouldn’t marry her. Say that word, Tem. Please. Yours, Leo