ARTEMISIA
A loud bang woke me up from my slumber, and I sat up on the bed. I rubbed my eyes, letting out a moan as my temple throbbed.
My eyes were puffy. I didn't need a mirror to see how horrible I looked at the moment, and it seemed like I had cried myself to sleep.
Gazing around the room, my brows creased as I noticed the curtains were up. Because, most times, I often slept with my windows covered.
Perhaps it was Julie. I was certain she had been in the room as I slept.
I lurched as the door went ajar abruptly.
“Julie!”
“What now?” I murmured with a glare.
“We are under attack.” She said breathlessly.
“A-attack?” I stuttered, sitting up straight on the bed.
“Ye…”
The door unhinged before she could finish her statement.
I tilted my brows as I gazed at her, then at the people
