Artemisia

“It will all be alright,” I say, laying my hand on Cayden’s knee as he shakes it repeatedly.

He smiles at me, leaning to kiss me. “Sorry, it’s just such a mess. And you know how they're looking at us weirdly because of this multiple-mate dynamic.”

“Yeah, I know,” I answer calmly, squeezing his hand reassuringly. “But it will be alright.”

The door opens, and we get up automatically. The judge, who held the hearing that nearly separated me from my mates years ...