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ARTEMISIA

“No, it can't be,” I croaked out as soon as I regained my sanity.

My throat was sore from having yelled too much, and I clenched my hands into fists.

I was certain I was hearing things.

There was no way Sin could have said those words to me.

He didn't look as though he was joking, nor did Julie look like she was.

The tears streaming down her cheeks were a signal that it indeed happened.

Also, I didn't think any of them could play a joke as expensive as that on me.

“It's my fault.” Sin said.

“It is,” I replied, turning to him.

My eyes narrowed, and I gritted my teeth. “It is your f**king fault, Sinclair!”

It was my first time saying his name in full, and it sounded awful.

I hopped down from the bed, and snapped. Or rather, something inside of me snapped.

I stretched out my hands and shoved Sin into the wall with all the strength that was left in me.

“Artemisia!” Julie yelled. “What has got into you? It isn't his fault. You should let him go.”

Despite Julie's plea, I didn't let