ARTEMISIA

'Where are we going?" I asked for the umpteenth time, staring at Sin.

Whether he heard me or not, he didn't act like it. Rather, he went on dragging the luggage he had carried yesterday, including mine. He dumped them at the back of his car and walked to the driver's side.

Since I woke up, I had noticed the change in his demeanour. But, he didn't tell me what was going on with him. Instead, he had been ordering me about to get ready.

'Are you coming in or ...