Artemisia
“Harper?” I ask, taken aback at finding her coming out from what is supposed to be Fynn’s quarters.
“I hope you get happy together. You certainly deserve each other!” she shoots me an angry look before walking away and out through the long hallway.
What the…
“Thank you!” I shout after her, in a sarcastic tone.
I shake myself back to reality, opening the door further to step into the quarters which are supposed to belong to Fynn.
Walking through wide doors and dark interiors, I reach the bedroom with a huge four-poster bed standing in its middle.
“I told you to f*****g leave before…” Fynn’s deep voice has me jerking up, and I look at him, seeing him halt in his tracks as he is getting out of the en-suite bathroom.
“She just left,” I say, pointing to the entrance. “
