Felix sat in his room, poking his bottom lip with his pen, as he stared at the empty sheet of paper in front of him. He was about to write a letter to Remi, asking him to stop Jared's curse temporarily…
But what should he even write? He didn't even know where to start!
In theory, it was all simple. He was making a trade: a temporary antidote for Jared's curse in exchange for Felix's blood. There wasn't much explanation needed, since Remi was the one who had cast the curse. Not to mention, he was regularly sneaking into Felix's room, so he might be aware of what was going on in the pack, at least of some of it.
It should be easy. A short note to leave somewhere visible, briefly explaining the transaction Felix wanted to make.
However, when he tried to put his thoughts in words, nothing sounded quite right.
[Hi Remi. I know you've been breaking in…]
No. That wasn't right. Felix crumpled the paper, and tossed it aside.
[Hi Remi. I know you've been visiting my room recently…]
