WHEN ARTEMIS opened her eyes, it was already six in the morning. Her room was dim, lit only by the gray-blue wash of the early morning spilling through the frost-lined window. She rose from bed, and the blanket—cloak had slipped to the floor.
Artemis frowned when she realized that the cloak wasn’t hers. She picked it up and smelled it. Her eyes slightly widened when she smelled Theo’s scent.
“Theo…” she muttered.
She closed her eyes and remembered what had happened last night. It was clear in her memory. Theo was here, and he confessed that he was not a human. He was a supernatural being.
But what was he?
What kind of supernatural was Theo?
The scent of pine and cold wind was still lingering in her room. So, she was sure of it. Theo was here.
Suddenly, she remembered the time Th
