Pizza
Artemis stands in the doorway, watching Helena in the kitchen. She had been working up in her office, when good smells coming from the kitchen reminded her that she had yet to eat lunch. Making her way downstairs, she had expected to see Ingrid cooking, and was pleasantly surprised to see Helena, with Ingrid's old apron slung over her sundress. Her hair up in a messy bun, white flour dusting her arms, and all of her attention was on kneading the dough on the counter. A pot of what Artemis guessed was tomato sauce simmered on the stove top, with scents of basil and garlic wafting through the house. In this moment of calm, Artemis had a glimpse at what her life could be like with Helena, if they had been Fated Mates under different circumstances, if they weren’t on a dangerous quest to u
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