Artemisia

Descending the cold steps slowly, I can feel my heartbeat pick up with every step I take.

I start to regret that I had been so persistent with Cayden, wanting to face Logan all by myself.

Well, I guess I won’t be alone as there are guards around.

I pass the tunnel and come to a halt as I reach Logan’s cell.

He's sitting on a bench, leaning against a wall as he looks at me with empty eyes.

His face is bloody and swollen, his clothes tattered. Dried blood is sticking onto his ...