Artemisia
“How lovely to see that you are having fun.”
Fynn’s darkened glare feels like a stab in my heart.
I’m still frozen to my spot, my throat closed by a knot made out of worry and fear as Logan pushes me behind him slightly, shielding me from his brother.
His touch feels soothing and alarming at the same time, and I gulp not able to tear my eyes off Fynn's.
He is just sitting there with his jaw clenched, and it pains me how much anger and disgust courses through me.
The emotions overpower me to the extent that I feel like throwing up.
“What are you doing here?” Matthew asks, making Fynn look at him.
He tilts his head, his grin morphing his face into a deadly grimace. “Nothing, just sitting here waiting to have breakfast with my mate.”
“No, he means… When the f**k di
