Artemisia

“How lovely to see that you’re having fun.”

Fynn’s darkened glare feels like a stab in my heart.

I’m still frozen to my spot, my throat closed by a knot made out of worry and fear as Logan pushes me behind him slightly, shielding me from his brother.

His touch feels soothing and alarming at the same time, and I gulp not able to tear my eyes off Fynn’s.

He’s sitting there with his jaw clenched, and it pains me how much anger and disgust courses through me.

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