Artemisia

I lower my hand slowly, my surroundings moving around me like I was in a dream.

A very bad one.

Fynn reaches out, grabbing Rachel’s wrist to pull her into a hug, sending a dagger right through my heart.

I flinch as it appears that the piercing pain makes my pups move, kicking me painfully.

Taking a deep breath, I cast them another look, seeing them still wrapped into each other.

Not even my pain makes him notice that I’m nearby, so he must be pretty captivated by the hug. ...