Artemisia “How is it?” Matthew asks me with big eyes. Gulping down the bite I just took off my sweet crepes, I smile happily. “It tastes delicious. But I never eat with so many eyes on me.” “Glad you like it. And yeah, sorry about that. But they will stop staring as soon as they have gotten us
I shake my head, ignoring Cassy’s insult and attracting Matthew’s attention. But as usual, he doesn’t say anything. For a short moment, I think about asking him about the wolfless woman who was executed, but I refrain from it at the last second. Wanting to change the subject, I finally ask him m
Artemisia Unfortunately, even with his brother gone, Matthew doesn’t regain his old bubbly self. Something must be bothering him as we finish our ice cream in silence before he accompanies me to my room. My heart breaks as he doesn’t even look at me properly when saying goodbye, and I can’t poss
Matthew Keeping my head low, I try to avoid Cayden’s gaze while I dig in. It might be my guilty conscience, but I feel like he is suspecting something. But even if we made the deal that we would be open about anything that might happen, I am set on keeping the last occurrences with Artemisia my
Artemisia I’m biting on the nail of my thumb as I’m watching the most ridiculous action movie that I have ever seen. But still better than the romantic ones they wanted to watch because they thought I would like them. As Cayden apparently accepted the invitation of Logan and tagged along as we
Artemisia Ignoring her, I jump down the cold stairs, cursing myself for not having put on any socks. Still pondering over how stupid I have been to just sprint off in the first place, I’m shocked as I stand in front of a mountain of a man. “Oh, hello.” “My lady,” he bows, making the big keychain
Shaking my head, I hope that I’m not blushing too much. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Let me go.” Just as I pull my arm back, he lets go of me, making me stumble back. After landing on my butt ungently, I glare up at him, getting a mocking grin in response. “You have to be careful if
Artemisia I gulp as I look back up, my gaze locking with Logan’s. “Why did you sneak to the Dungeons, babe?” He asks me, and I struggle to make my brain assemble a coherent sentence as I feel Matthew move against me. “I was just worried,” I respond, my voice failing me. Logan hums, as he ste