Artemisia

“Missy?” I stop biting my thumbnail as Astrid calls me, tearing me out of my thoughts.

“Huh?”

“Are you alright, dear?” she asks as she leans into my line of sight.

I realize where I am, looking around me lost as I search for my files. “Yeah, yeah. Sorry. I was still thinking about how we were going to organize everything with the escort cars.”

“Ah, don’t worry about that. The warriors will be driving the jeeps, and I’ll drive the little bus with the ...