Artemisia

He scrunches up his nose, raising his gaze to the door. “It looks like your mate is already waiting for you in front of the door.”

I jerk up, turning toward the door, questioning my senses as I didn’t pick up on that.

‘Sorry, I shielded that one from you because I thought it might make you nervous.’ Cassy says apologetically, making a sense of gratitude waft through me.

“That must be rather tiring, isn’t it?” he asks, and I notice the ambiguous tone in his ...