ARTEMIS’ POV

I wake up with a start, suddenly jolting upright, fists clenched tight, ready to defend myself against anyone trying to take me away.

But I’m not in front of the banquet hall anymore; I’m in a dimly lit room with stuffy air. Then the pain in my head hits, stabbing like needles from every angle, and I groan, massaging my temples.

What happened to me?

I try to force my brain to recall the last moments before I passed out, and the memory comes rushing back. I remember seeing ...