SERAPHINA’S POV

I watch Artemis pace back and forth quietly in our little room. The beautiful face of the boy I love contorts with countless emotions, fluctuating between confusion, anger, frustration, and more in a constant rhythm.

He does this for a while, seemingly forgetting that Olivia could walk in at any moment, or that we have school in a few hours. I don't rush him though.

It's been two days since I last saw him, too long for me to hurry anything. So, even if this moment takes ...