Artemis POV
Vienna was colder than I remembered.
Even under the late spring sun, there was a sharpness in the air that cut through my coat as I stepped out of the airport. Maybe it wasn’t the weather. Maybe it was just me—stripped bare, heart exposed, foolishly hoping that somehow, some way, I could fix what I broke.
The car ride into the city was a blur. I didn’t hear the cab driver’s chatter. My fingers were wrapped tightly around the edge of my seat as I watched the cobblestone streets glide by, each one bringing me closer to her.
Lana.
Or Mirelle, as she was known now. The designer. The wife of another man. A man I hated for the mere fact that he had what I lost. What I threw away.
But she was still my Lana.
And I had come to get her back.
Outside the Atelier
I spotted her bef
