Artemis threw the needle aside and growled. “I never signed up for this. He could have killed me. He almost did.”
“Don’t be over dramatic. You could easily take that young wolf if you tried. You just don’t like to get your hands dirty. You never did want to shed any blood for your cause.”
“What cause?” Artemis stood, exasperated. “They think I’m a murderer, now. No one trusts me. None of them will ever respect me like they did Richard. It doesn’t matter how much I bleed. It won’t change anyone’s opinion of me.” As he ranted, Artemis felt his head clear for the first time in what seemed like forever. He thought back on everything he’d done, all for nothing, and felt disgusted. And he wondered, when did things get so bad? He had always been jealous of Richard, that much was true, but he’d
