Lana POV
My heart skipped a bit when I felt his hand on the small of my back as we entered his house.
My jaw nearly dropped to the floor. The house was even more impressive on the inside.
Countless art paintings hang over the wall that guides us to what I assume was the living room. This place is more like an art museum rather than an actual house for people to live in.
“Claude Monet… I never took you as an art lover.” Artemis suddenly says, without looking at me. Since when did he stand behind me?
There’s no rudeness in his tone this time. I didn’t realize that I was staring at the picture a bit too long.
“I didn’t know a thing about painting,” I say in reply.
His expression changed as if he just realized something. “True, what was I thinking.” He snorted in disgust, shaking
