Artemisa “What the hell is that smell?” I watch Hendrick contort his face in rage as Lisa clasps the edge of the tray, making her knuckles go white. “It’s… It’s a sweet tea, just like Missy likes it,” she stutters, trying to make excuses. “But I… I don’t know what is in it. Alberta prepared it. I
ArtemisiaI gasp as it hits me like Lisa took out a knife to stab me right into my stomach. Clasping my clothes, I fight to keep standing upright, forcing my brain to stop making my surroundings spin.“Bella donna?” Ramona asks, scrunching up her nose. “Are you tripping? This isn’t the moment to fli
He lifts his hand, his desperation showing in his eyes as he justifies himself. “I didn’t know that she was poisoning you?! I just felt sorry for her because she kept crying about being left alone to me repeatedly! I felt pity for her, damn, never would I have wanted her close to you if I knew that.
Artemisia Tonight I slept the worst possible way. In my dreams, I kept being haunted by Logan, transforming into different monsters wanting to slash my throat, and my family dragging me back to their pack. Several times, I jerked out of my dreams in the middle of the night and needed a frustratin
“I’m pregnant,” I shrug, smiling happily as their eyes widen. “No way?!” Cayden has barely uttered his surprise as he skyrockets out of his seat, charging towards me. Wrapping his arms around my legs, he lifts me up, and I squeal as I hold myself onto the collar of his shirt. “You aren’t kidding?!
Hendrick I cringe as I feel the sharp tip of the metal instrument pierce into my skin. “You were always my favourite.” The memory of his gravelly voice rumbles through my head, making me take a deep breath. I open my eyes, finding Artemisia leaning against my shoulder as she has fallen asleep dur
Hendrick I sense Cayden wanting to move, and I take a step forward to lay a hand on his shoulder. “Think of Missy,” I whisper before grinning at the bitch. “Madam Patricia, how lovely to see you again.” Her smile falls only for a split second before she regains it again, “It’s still Rachel, Hendr
I breathe out exhaustedly, shaking my head. “I don’t know. But this does not look good.” Rachel leads us into the east wing, showing us the rooms where we are residing, and after reciting the basic pieces of information about the lunch times and general palace rules, she shocks us with the informat