SERAPHINA’S POV

"Artemis?" I say, my voice laced with rushed, strained breaths, looking at him like he's a ghost materialized in front of me.

Could this be another hallucination, designed to mess with my mind, to tip me over the edge, to expose my identity and ruin me? But the feeling of his presence, so close, so real, quickly dispels those fears.

The negativity that had clouded my mind melts away like butter in a hot pan, and suddenly, I can breathe more easily.

Without hesitation, I rush ...