Lana POV
I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at my half-packed suitcase. The anger from earlier still burned inside me, mixing with exhaustion. Artemis’s sister had practically shoved me away from her mother’s side, as if saving her life meant nothing. If I needed another reason to despise her, that was it.
Did I need to remind Andrea that without me, Elena might not even be breathing right now?
I yanked my empty suitcase out from under the bed and started throwing my clothes in. No neat folds, no order. Just anger, frustration, and the desperate need to leave this cursed house.
“Going somewhere?”
The low, familiar baritone froze me mid-movement. My pulse spiked, the hair at the back of my neck rising.
I spun around, but before I could answer, Artemis seized my wrist. His grip was
