But what can one say in such a situation? Yes, Cayden. I want to be your Luna. Cayden, I’m ready. Make me your Luna, Cayden. Take me, Cayden. Make me yours…He lifts a brow at me, tearing me out of my spiralling thoughts. “Missy?” I open my mouth several times only to close it back again. Clo
Artemisia “You don’t have to worry about making too much of a fuss. You would deserve it, but I respect your wish not to do so,” Cayden says, leaning against the door. I love how we just sat down, blocking the door to my bedroom while leaning against it. “We could tell everybody at the ball,” he
I shrug, playing with my food. “Maybe… Does that make me a bad person?” “I wouldn’t put it like that. You had a bad fight, it’s only normal that you are anxious to face him. But you’ll see that you two will make up fast.” He takes my hand in his, caressing it with his thumb. “And I actually would l
Artemisia My mother had told me so many things to prepare me for my mark. She told me about how wonderful it was as my father finally marked her, and she became officially his. She told me how happy she was, and how it had stung a bit but that the butterflies erupting in her stomach covered every
Artemisia Descending the cold steps slowly, I can feel my heartbeat pick up with every step I take. I start regretting having persisted towards Cayden that I wanted to face him all by myself. Well, I guess I won’t be alone as there are guards around. I pass the tunnel and come to a halt as I rea
“Are you going to go to the ball with Cayden officially?” He asks, his eyes darkening slightly. I shake my head, inhaling exhaustedly, “Logan…” “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he says, taking a step back and lifting his arms in a defensive way. “I was just asking so I can already adjust to that.” My hear
Artemisia “Harper?” I ask, taken aback at finding her coming out from what is supposed to be Fynn’s quarters. “I hope you get happy together. You certainly deserve each other!” she shoots me an angry look before walking away and out through the long hallway. What the… “Thank you!” I shou
With a deep sigh, I lean my forehead against his chest. “You are right. I’m still feeling so agitated that I don’t seem to be able to think clearly.” “It will be alright soon,” he whispers, pressing a kiss on top of my head. Looking back up at him, I pout, “He thinks you threatened me into goi