Artemisia

Cayden growls, increasing his pace as he drags me through the hallways and back to our room. “Don’t tell me this here, babe. I’m still fighting not to rip his fucking head off for locking you away when you felt sick.”

I halt in my tracks, making my entire entourage gasp as they nearly run into us. Laying a hand on his cheek, I smile at him. “It’s all good. I’m safe now, right? Also, would you please stop running?”

“Sorry,” he grumbles, leaning into my touch. ...