Artemisia
I surely have gone through enough heartbreaking moments in my life, but setting down Emma while she is clawing on me, surely hits the top three.
I even had to get Astrid to help me get her into her bed as she started sobbing as soon as she got separated from me.
I figured that it must have been some traumatic response to her losing Fynn’s scent and probably being catapulted back into that dark place she was kept as a prisoner.
“We will play tomorrow. Okay?” I crunch down, caressing her cheek as she calms down and nods. Grabbing her blanket to tuck her in, I make sure that she will have it cosy.
“Good night, little ones,” Astrid whispers lovingly as we leave the room, and part ways soon after that.
As I walk the path up to the lodge, my heart is already beating wildly i
