Artemisia

“It’s lovely to see that you’re getting along again.”

I’ve just stumbled back onto the gravel path after tearing myself out of his arms with the last resolve I could find, as Celeste comments on our encounter happily.

I don’t want to let the rumor spread about how fucked up it really is, so I force a smile. “Thank you. He’s a good mate, I hate that we left such a bad impression on the pack as a couple.”

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about this. We were all ...