Artemisia

“Missy, are you alright?” Cayden asks, and even if he does sound worried, his voice has a strange tone to it.

“Mh-mhm.” I nod repeatedly, hoping he would just go away.

“Doesn’t look like it,” he insists, taking a step towards me.

Lifting my hand, I stop him. “No…please…”

By fighting my pleasure, and Fynn’s feelings streaming through me, I can’t seem to form a coherent sentence.

I feel his excitement for the chase growing, and I get flooded by my own ...