Artemisia

“Hey,” Fynn says quietly as he steps next to my bed.

“Hey,” I answer in a whisper, closing my book.

He puts his hands in his pockets, smiling. “You look incredibly beautiful.”

“Thank you,” I say while blushing, and lean my head against the headboard of my bed.

He grins as he sits on the bed, leaning in to caress Emma’s head. “I always knew that she was special, but I didn’t know to what extent. Did you feel something special that could lead to finding out ...