Artemisia

Matthew flashes me a gorgeous grin as he steps into the room and closes the door behind him.

“What is going on?” I ask, my voice not more than a loud whisper.

He shrugs while he steps closer to stand in front of me. “We thought we would come by to ask you how you slept. Tell me, my beautiful mate. Did you have a good night?”

“You two are impossible,” I say while shaking my head, making them chuckle. “But yes, I guess it was alright.”

Matthew’s eyes fall onto my ...