Freya's pov
Artemis was standing waiting for me, his hand by his side like the perfect gentleman that he was. A smile was on his face in full display, I didn't think he could smile in public.
His dark reputation and all.
When I was just two arms away, he stretched forth his hand as I got near, I slipped my palm into his and it locked in like a perfect puzzle piece.
The people had now gathered and looked at Artemis and me. With the support of Artemis, we climbed up taking the stage.
All eyes were now on us, all faces that bore hate towards me. No one here was my friend. As if to back up my assumptions, I saw the woman in the gallery, the human that lost her mate and claimed that Artemis saved her.
What caught my attention wasn't her, rather the person by her side with whom she spoke
