“Hearing either name come from your lips brings equal pleasure.”
“You Greeks are so romantic.”
“And this one loves you still.”
I threw myself at air, toward the bowtie. “Griffin…Artemis. Catch me, damn it. Me and my rat. Hold us!”
And he did.
“I remember. I remember everything.” Repetition, one more time, felt warranted.
As comforting as Artemis’s arms had always felt, now, it was nothing short of amazing. Not amazing. It was always amazing. Every single thing that had been happening for several minutes, hours, days, had been amazing. This felt like love.
“Tell me the rest,” I said. “How you first became Griffin.”
“I shared with you what led to me becoming invisible, and that I started to grow late.”
“Yes.”
“Snatched from the other world, I was frozen as a statue for hundreds of
