Artemisia

“Get your dirty hands off her, Finnegan!” Logan shouts, making Fynn chuckle as he steps away from me, letting himself fall as he’s tackled by his brother.

Logan swings again, punching Fynn right in his face, but doesn’t get more than another laugh from him.

“Stop it!” I scream, trying to get Logan off Fynn. “Stop fighting. What are you doing?”

My stomach churns at the sound of the repetitive hits, bile already rising in my throat.

Matthew pulls me out of the way ...