Artemisia
“And that’s all,” I say stupidly, my voice getting high-pitched as I finish telling him what I had already told his brothers.
As I went through my tale about my rejection and Cassy revolting against me, his expression darkened more and more.
By the time I got to the end of the story, and told him about not being able to shift or her refusing to share any of her wolf senses with me, I actually struggled to keep my voice from breaking. Logan had let go of me and was clasping the edge of the pool so hard that I feared he would crumble the stone between his fingers to dust any moment.
I’m glad that we are sitting in a hot spring as him distancing himself has coldness creeping onto my skin.
Taking a deep breath, I try to push down the pain expanding in my chest.
I would lik
