Artemisia “You should go to bed,” Matthew steps onto the balcony, tearing me out of the dark pit my thoughts dragged me into. “Did you find him?” I ask, ignoring his worried statement and my heart squeezes as he shakes his head. “Fynn and Hendrick are still out looking for him.” He clears his thr
Artemisia My puffy eyes hurt as I open them against the feeble morning sunbeams streaming into the room. Sitting up, I find my mates sprawled in my bed around me and I smile as I watch them sleeping. “Good morning,” Hendrick says quietly, making my head snap to the side to see him sitting in an a
He pushes out a deep breath, and suddenly he is up, standing at the door and peaking into the hallway to make sure that nobody is eavesdropping on us before he closes the door behind him. “I have never told anyone about this, so… Give me a second.” I nod as I look up at him, and he paces around sh
Artemisia My mouth still feels incredibly dry as I walk behind Rachel, who leads me through the large hallways to my doctor’s appointment. As if it wouldn’t suffice that I’m crazily agitated because of the check-up, I have Hendrick’s words resounding in my head. I gasp lowly as I suddenly realise
I take a deep breath, knocking against the door and a muffled voice invites me to step in. After opening the door, I make a small curtsy as I spot one of the judges standing next to the doctor. ‘The asshole judge,’ Cassy gasps, making me shake myself to keep me from rolling my eyes. “Luna Blackwo
Artemisia He scrunches up his nose, raising his gaze to the door. “It looks like your mate is already waiting for you in front of the door.” I jerk up, turning towards the door, questioning my senses as I didn’t pick up on that. ‘Sorry, I shielded that one from you because I thought it might make
As soon as I’m sitting comfortably, he leans down to kiss me and walks around to sit in front of me. But he has barely pulled out his chair as my brother approaches us, making him halt in his movements. “Blackwood,” he nods towards Cayden, who straightens his spine, grumbling. “George.” I roll m
Artemisia Even if I would like nothing more than to go to bed, I force down my dinner and act as if nothing were as I stroll through the garden of the palace with Cayden. They need to see us together as much as possible, so I let the stress scroll off my stiff shoulders, and try to enjoy the time