Artemisia

Ignoring her, I run down the cold stairs, cursing myself for not having put on any socks. Still pondering over how stupid I have been to sprint off in the first place, I’m shocked as I stand in front of a mountain of a man. “Oh, hello.”

“My lady,” he bows, making the big keychain he’s wearing on his hips click.

I chuckle, happy about the fact that he seems to be nicer than the omegas. “Missy.”

He flashes me his pearly canines, as he steps forward, holding out his ...