Artemis POV
I woke to the warmth of her curled against me. Her breathing was soft, steady. For the first time in years, I’d slept deeply—no restless tossing, no late-night pacing, no demons clawing at the back of my mind. Just… her.
What kind of spell had she cast on me?
I tilted my head, studying the way her hair splayed messily against the pillow, the way her lips parted slightly as she dreamed. Innocent. Vulnerable. The opposite of everything Luna had become.
My chest tightened, and before I could stop myself, I leaned down and pressed a feather-light kiss to the crown of her head.
She stirred, humming softly, but didn’t open her eyes. For a fleeting second, I let myself imagine this was real. That she belonged to me.
Then reality struck like a slap.
What the hell was I doing?
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