Artemisia

Logan glares at me from the top of the stairs.

I scoff, forcing a smile as I walk up to him. “Good evening to you too, Logan.”

He exhales through his nose while he frowns. “Where have you been for so long? You were supposed to finish with the pups about five hours ago.”

Getting a hold of his wrist as he looks at his watch, I turn into his arm to lean against him and look at it as well. “Is it so late already?”

“Missy…” he reprimands me, but I can feel how he’s ...