Chapter 11

Artemisia POV

Turning around, I stare at Fynn agape as I take a step back. “What the fuck?! Fynn, how did you get in here?” 

“Ah, those stupid locks,” he groans, shaking his head. “As if they could stop me.” 

I know that turning my back to him and walking away might just entice him, but I can’t seem to keep my curiosity back. 

“You have a three-day penalty,” I retort back at him, freezing in front of my fully locked and secured door. 

Shit! 

Fynn has his arms wrapped around me in the blink of an eye, pulling me to his front. 

“I’m not playing that game,” he growls, his lips pressed against my ear. “You’re my fucking mate. As if he could tell me what to do.” 

What happens next? Find out!

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