Artemis POV
I don’t even know why I came to this bar again.
It’s not like I enjoy the taste of whiskey anymore, or that it numbs anything the way I hope it would. But here I am—third night in a row—watching the ice melt in my glass like I’m waiting for it to give me answers. It won’t.
Neither did she.
Vienna’s golden lights glint in the window behind the bartender, mocking me. I should’ve gone to her. Should’ve claimed the victory she owed me. But I didn’t. Because the look in her eyes that night said it all—don’t come closer.
Lana.
She didn’t even wait. A day later, Elli sent a press release: Mirelle and Julian Weiss are engaged. Just like that. My name wiped from her life.
I drain my glass.
Back in the suite, Luna is sitting on the couch, Gwen asleep in the next room. She glances
