Lana POV
I watched him take those long, determined strides toward the house, shoulders squared like a man marching into battle. That man is confusing. Every time I think I can read him, he switches, and I’m left chasing shadows.
I’m not a relationship expert. I’ve only dated once. My life has been a loop of double shifts and cheap dinners, not flirting lessons and mystery men. But I know one thing—we need to talk, and I need to draw a line.
“Hey—”
The door slammed in my face.
I inhaled slowly through my nose, counted to three, and pushed into the room anyway. “What is wrong with you?” I asked, arms folding across my chest like armor.
Artemis was behind the long table, typing, jaw tight. He didn’t even look up at first. When he finally did, his eyes were cool. “What do you mean?” he s
