Artemisia

The next day I wake up in an empty bed.

Passing my hand over the now cold bed sheets, I sigh.

He must have gotten away from me as soon as he could.

I know that he struggled with not being able to mark me, but he was just too set on doing it with his brothers as their marks would help me to withstand his.

Especially Cayden’s.

Getting up groggily, I moan as the fantastic feeling of soreness between my legs makes my body scream at me to lie back down, but I ignore it with a ...