Artemisia

I wake up with a jump scare the next morning as all my windows get opened brusquely.

I blink into the light streaming into the room as a blonde woman is blabbering while continuing to give me a heart attack.

Turning in my bed, I rub my sleep out of my eyes. I can’t see Fynn anywhere in the room, but I can still smell him.

Maybe I’m just hallucinating.

I shake my head at how desperate I am as the woman leans into my field of vision, making me jump. “Babes, are you ...