ARTEMIS’ POV

I'm violently shaken awake by someone, and my eyes open, staring at the gruff, manly face looking down at me with concern—a face I recognize as one of the soldiers on my side.

"Your majesty," he cries the second my eyes are open, giving me enough space to sit up.

I feel as though I've only woken up from a deep, restful sleep, my body relaxed and fully energized once more, which is confusing for an entity claiming to save me for last after wiping an entire race out.

I look ...