Artemisia
“Did you just jump down from the roof?” I gasp but Fynn just grins at me.
“Oh, dear,” Ramona chuckles as she holds her hand to her chest as she sits back down. “Is that the brute who came to pick you up?”
I shake my head, rolling my eyes. “Don’t call him that.”
“Why? Is he this sensitive?” Ramona asks in a whisper as she sits back down.
Scrunching up my nose, I look back to Fynn who is puffing his chest proudly, “Not exactly, no.”
“So?” he asks, looking back and forth between the two of us. “What about the spy?”
“She was just making a bold assumption,” I say with a deep sigh. “She is too much into James Bond movies.”
But as my bestie is just the way that she is, she leans forward, clasping the armrest of her lounge seat while Fynn looks at her spellbound. “No, lis
