Artemisia
“So many tears for such a small being,” Cassy snarls, dragging her voice.
I guess she is still recovering from her parasite, but it makes me happy nonetheless as she seems to want to gossip with me, instead of belittling me.
“Oh, you shouldn’t have sent out Finnegan when he is this angry,” Corvina says to Cayden but he just looks at her with a destructive look. “We don’t know how Missy’s blood affected Drake yet. So, that was very hazardous.”
“At this point, I really don’t care,” he states coldly as Fynn pushes a hysterically crying Daisy into the chair in which Corvina was sitting just a few seconds earlier.
“Shut up,” he snarls as she hiccups, squirming in her seat. “Look at him.”
“Fancy to explain this?” Cayden asks, without waiting for her to look at him properly,
