CHAPTER 22: CELESTIAL GRANDMASTER

ARTEMIS’ POV

I kick the door to my very own private lounge in the boy’s dormitory, stepping in to have a rest from the dramatic day - only to see the two buffoons that were in charge of keeping Lucian in check today, playing around with the football table and laughing hysterically.

My mood turns sour just from seeing them.

The intention of coming here in the first place was to keep my mind busy and forget.

Forget the way her angry eyes looked at me when I’d just barely put that much force into holding her back.

It’s not my fault that humans are so fucking frail, but even if.

Her dainty wrist just barely fitted into my folded fist, like holding a tiny twig, and she’s almost as light as a feather, weighing close to nothing.

Breaking her bones would be way too easy and yet, someone like her walks around with her head held up way too high and with so much audacity, like she could fight off the whole world and remain unscathed.

Yet at the slightest graze, she’d glare and stare at me like I