Artemisia

Turning my head slowly to face Fynn, I find him watching me with one of his stupid grins plastered on his face. “What was that? How did you do that?”

He shrugs, sadness taking over his features. “I got a few powers like this…funfair tricks.”

“This is insane,” I whisper, looking over to the dolls sprawled on the floor. “I’ll never sleep again.”

He laughs, his deep vibrations rumbling through me.

“Not funny,” I whisper, my eyes welling up with tears. ...