Artemisia

“You don’t have to worry about making too much of a fuss. You would deserve it, but I respect your wish not to do so,” Cayden says, leaning against the door.

I love how we just sat down, blocking the door to my bedroom while leaning against it.

“We could tell everybody at the ball,” he offers, making me scrunch up my nose.

“How is that not making a fuss?”

He chuckles, caressing my thigh. “We have to announce it in a bit more spectacular way, though. It’s not ...