I hope you are buckled up because things here are getting heated. =D I got a lot of comments about Cayden, so I want to make something clear: He is not Missy's fated mate. Just the tripplets are ;) Also, I will be back with a second update before tonight to celebrate me not going crazy while formatting my thesis, so stay tuned! XoXo
Artemisia I don’t think that a scale from one to ten would suffice. The next day, I’m back at my favourite painting spot, just painting my embarrassment and pain from my soul while Cassy keeps making me want to tear her out of my body with my own hands. ‘See, a little bit more effort and he could
“I- I…” I have just begun to stutter as our attention gets caught by a strange rattling sound. We look up simultaneously to see the bucket reach the border of the scaffold and empty itself over us. I only have enough time to bury myself against his chest and he moves away in reflex but can’t preve
ArtemisiaI continue to rub my clothes in the streaming cold water, but I can’t seem to get the paint off. This is the worst. Feeling on the verge of crying, I’m glad that they are letting me clean up the mess alone. Even if their concerned looks made me think that they wouldn’t trust me to take c
Artemisia“And that’s all,” I say stupidly, my voice getting high-pitched as I finish telling him what I had already told his brothers. As I went through my tale about my rejection and Cassy revolting against me, his expression darkened more and more. By the time I got to the end of the story, and
Artemisia I always knew that he was a monster. But after Logan had given me a glimpse of his family secret, I was now sure of it. I couldn’t understand how he could tell me that being serious, and I had asked more and more questions to be able to understand the situation. But there was no avail.
She waves dismissively once again before crossing her hands back before her lap. “Oh, no. Don’t worry. I’ll wait.” Shit.My hand shakes as I move it to the plate and even Cassy whimpers in the back of my head. Scooping a bit of food onto my spoon, I jump as Daisy clears her throat. I look up at he
Artemisia As soon as she has finished her sentence, I don’t even need to feel the overpowering rage that swaps from him to know that this is going to be bad. The feeling of fire creeps up my legs, expanding in my body. It risks suffocating me as I see Fynn grabbing Daisy by her throat. “What baby?”
“I will find a way, don’t worry,” he sneers, and I shrug my shoulders. “You talk to Logan first.” “I already talked to Logan!” I shout, making his eyes widen for a split second. There you go. “He said that he is not going to reject me!” He clicks his tongue, pushing himself off the door. “Get ou