Artemisia

I open my eyes groggily, hearing a soft gasp.

“Missy? Missy!” Mirella steps into my line of sight before kneeling down beside my bed. “How are you feeling?”

Groaning, I rub my mark, which is still burning lightly. “Okay… I guess. It’s like I’m missing something.”

I can feel Cassy in the back of my mind, whimpering as she grieves the loss of the bond. I’m actually surprised that we feel the loss of it so badly as it was only half established and stronger on his ...