ARTEMISIA
“What is that?”
“What does it look like?” I retorted, staring at Sin.
“I don't know.” He mumbled. “Besides, it's irritating when you answer a question with another question.”
I shrugged, continuing with what I was doing. “I didn't say you could ask me a question, either.”
Sin shook his head as he walked toward the massive mahogany wardrobe. “You seemed grumpy this morning. I doubt if it's because of the nightmare you had, or maybe that is the way you wake up each morning.”
“I hadn't noticed because I barely sleep in this room.” He added. “What is going on with you?”
“The thought of you and your presence makes me grumpy,” I replied, scowling.
To be honest, I didn't know the reason I was. After using my phone the moment he left last night, I had eventually gone back to slee
