Artemisia
“Get your dirty hands off her, Finnegan,” Logan shouts, making Fynn chuckle as he steps away from me to let himself fall to the floor tackled by his brother.
Logan swings again, punching Fynn right into his face, but doesn’t get more than another laugh.
“Stop it!” I scream, trying to get Logan off Fynn. “Stop fighting. What are you doing?!”
My stomach churns at the sound of the repetitive hits, bile already rising in my throat.
Matthew pulls me out of the way gently and starts carrying me away from the two fighting.
“No!” I shriek, fighting against his hold. “Make them stop!”
My panic rises as I sense that Logan is just about to shift, and no one seems to want to intervene.
“Don’t worry. They will be fine,” Matthew says as he continues to carry me into the house.
