Artemisia

‘Missy,’ Cassy breathes out, the tone of her voice sounding awfully strange.

‘Missy,’ she repeats as if she couldn’t say anything else.

I’d like to answer her, but my throat is too hoarse to speak, my body paralyzed by the sight before me.

“What the fuck was that?” Fynn shouts, making Corvina and I look at him.

But she just giggles, and Fynn suddenly halts, his expression morphing as he turns to look at me wide-eyed.

“What the…” he whispers, and I hear ...