Lana POV
I flinched as the window creaked open in the quiet of my room. A rush of cold air swept in, followed by a voice that froze me to my core.
“Wake up.”
That baritone. Low, sharp, commanding. My stomach dropped as I looked up into Artemis’s shadowed face.
“What do you think you’re doing?” His voice was calm but edged like a blade.
Panic seized me. I scrambled, clutching at his leg in desperation. “Please… don’t kill me, Artemis! I only agreed to this because of the money!” My voice cracked, tears blurring my sight.
His boot shifted, and I braced for the worst—but instead, he stepped back, frowning. “Who said anything about killing you?” He crouched, suddenly at eye level with me, brows drawn tight. “And why the hell are you sleeping on the floor?”
I blinked, startled. Was he… c
