As Artemis skipped back in the room and Cassandra placed the drawing on the fridge with a magnet she let go of the sigh she was holding about her chasing bad guys down. And the other thing that she needed to worry about was telling Artemis the truth now. She had already begun thinking about what would happen if Samael was a part of the family and the painting was just the beginning of that thought process. She needed to make her sit down and have that talk with her.
There were a lot of good reasons to ignore that impulse.
The concerns that had kept her awake in the small hours hadn’t dissolved overnight. As aroused as she was, as aware of him as she was, she still felt a panicky sense of uncertainty when her imagination moved beyond contemplating what she wanted to do to him to what he m
