Artemis’s POV
The rain hadn’t stopped all morning.
I sat in my penthouse living room, surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows that blurred the city skyline into streaks of gray. The untouched coffee on the table had gone cold hours ago, but I didn’t move to replace it. My phone vibrated now and then—texts from the office, calls from my assistant, reminders I couldn’t care less about.
And then, finally, one message appeared that I couldn’t ignore.
Come home tonight. Let’s talk. —Luna
I stared at it for a long time. I didn’t know what made me respond.
Fine.
Maybe I needed answers. Or maybe I wanted closure. I wasn’t sure anymore.
When I arrived at the apartment, it felt... staged.
Everything was meticulously arranged. Candles lit in the hallways, soft jazz playing through the spea
