‘Fine. Whatever, idiot!’ I say into my mind and smile as Fynn’s growl vibrates through me. “Maybe she is ready,” I hear Logan say and open my eyes to look up at him. Oh, you can bet on that. Matthew, on the other hand, seems to be still worried about me as he shakes his head. “I’m not sure abo
Artemisia“What the hell were you thinking?” I’m chewing on the nail of my thumb, as I’m leaning against the wall, wrapped in a dressing gown. After Cayden nearly broke down my door to fall into my room and interrupt us at the best moment, he risked his life as Fynn and Logan were ready to attack
Artemisia As I step into the office, my heart stops. Cayden has his face buried in his hands, and I feel so much desperation at seeing him like this, that I could cry. I would like to step around the desk and hug him, but that would hardly be appropriate. “Please take a seat,” he says with an
I gulp, staring at him agape. My mind is a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts, and my brain can’t keep up with trying to untangle the mess, failing to let me form a coherent thought. “Is it true?” I whisper finally, my throat feeling dried out. “The rumour, I mean.” Shaking his head, he gets m
Artemisia Matthew is working on a sculpture. His stained clothes make him look like he escaped some secret fantasy of mine. I stare drooling a bit too long before his chuckle gets me to finally force out something. “Didn’t you want to have breakfast?” I ask as he rubs his hands clean with a rug.
And he doesn’t look happy. Concentrated, sweaty, and incredibly hot, but not happy. With a deep sigh, I decide to not push my luck, and continue to walk down the hallways. Finally reaching the dining hall, I find it completely empty, which doesn’t surprise me at all. As I start rumbling throu
Artemisia Getting through the day without having my mates talking to me, and Daisy wanting to make sure I ate right, was an absolute nightmare. I still don’t know how I managed to get through it as I finally got the plan from Cayden for today’s activities and had an excuse to shake off Daisy bef
“Oh, the pleasure is all ours, Missy,” the elder teacher says in a melodic voice. “I’m Astrid, I’m the director of our little daycare, and this is Celeste. She is the main teacher as she works full-time, but we have other teachers that help out periodically.” “That is wonderful,” I gloat, shaking