18

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 he is wearing on his hips tingle.

I chuckle, happy about the fact that he seems to be nicer than the Omegas. “Missy.”

He flashes me his pearly canines, as he steps forward, holding out his hand. “Ashton. I’m one of the guards.”

“And a lousy one at best.” I hear Fynn shout as I take Ashton’s hand.

“Nice to meet you, Ashton.”

“So, I should send her right back up, then.” Ashton laughs at his remark, shaking his head as he adds in a whisper. “He is cranky but will be happy to see you.”

“Thank you,” I whisper back, as I walk around him, entering the big hall with the cells.

To my surprise, a few inmates are sitting there, which I didn’t notice the last time I was here.

As I get s