Artemisia
“Stop it,” I whisper pleadingly, my eyes still glued onto the dolls panicky. “Make it stop!”
Just as I have uttered my plea the voices stop and the dolls tipple over inanimate.
Turning my head slowly to face Fynn, I find him watching him with one of his stupid grins plastered on his face. “What was that? How did you do that?”
He shrugs, sadness taking over his features, “I got a few powers like this… Funfair tricks.”
“This is insane,” I whisper, looking over to the dolls sprawled on the floor. “I’ll never sleep again.”
He finally laughs, his deep vibrations rumbling through me.
“Not funny,” I whisper, my eyes welling up with tears.
“Forgive me,” He says, leaning in to press his lips onto mine.
I let him take control of the kiss, moving my lips against his after
