“Yes,” I say, looking at him with puppy dog eyes. “Is something wrong with it?” I’m playing dumb as I obviously know why he is being unhappy with the list, but I was hoping Cayden was a little less effective in doing his job and he would have gotten the list a few days later. Also, Ramona’s posi
Artemisia Everything around me is moving way too fast for my brain to register as it is still paralyzed by his scent and eyes. Vampire!My inner voice screams as a ringing in my ears takes over, overpowering everything Cassy is shouting in my mind. “Bloody hell! Will you run away already!” He cus
Artemisia I open my eyes groggily, hearing a soft gasp. “Missy? Missy!” Mirella steps into my line of sight before kneeling down beside my bed. “How are you feeling?” Groaning, I rub my mark, which is still burning lightly. “Okay… I guess. It’s like I’m missing something.” I can feel Cassy i
Artemisia My brain has barely clicked on what he said, making my heart do a backflip as he disappears into thin air. I scan the room, finding him leaning against the wall as the door opens and Cayden walks in. “How are you feeling, my Love?” he starts before turning towards Hendrick standing on t
My heart does a strange twist as I add, “You mean because he is a vampire?” “No,” he chuckles, increasing his hug around my legs as he buries his face in my thighs. “Not because he is a vampire.” I gulp, probably understanding what he wants to get at, but how could he possibly know? Did he feel w
Artemisia My body is already buzzing in pleasure as he nibbles at my skin, sending my brain into complete overdrive. I stretch beneath him as he starts turning my hardened nipples between his fingers, pressing a kiss onto my neck. “We should stop. They will be back any minute.” Nodding, I bite my
Turning my head towards Cayden, I find him looking at me already. My eyes well up with tears as I feel my heart squeeze in pain. “It was already so terrible to lose Logan’s mark. I won’t survive them ripping off yours,” I whisper, making him squeeze my leg soothingly. “That won’t happen. I promise
Artemisia “I can’t find my dress,” I murmur as I look through my clothes, feeling like I’m about to pass out from exhaustion and pain. “Which one?” Matthew wraps his arm around my waist as he steps to my side, stabilising me. I hum, leaning into him. “The red short one. The one with the white dot