Artemisia

My heart beats into my throat as I arrive on the training fields.

I look around but Fynn is nowhere to be seen.

‘Guess he sensed you were coming, and ran away from you,’ Cassy sneers, making my stomach turn.

“The stables.” A melodic voice tears me out of my thoughts, making me look at a bunch of warriors grinning at me.

“I’m sorry. What?” I ask, confused.

The young warrior laughs, and his colleagues follow him. “You’re looking for Fynn, aren’t you? He went to ...