Chapter 155

Artemisia POV

The air is knocked out of my lungs as I am pulled against Matthew’s frame, hitting his hard chest. 

I scream as I thrash in his arms, but he holds me firm to his chest. 

“I knew you were going to come back for me,” he whispers, making the hair on the back of my neck stand up. 

Fynn growls as Matthew holds me like a shield, protecting himself from any further attack from Drake. 

He snarls, retreating slowly without taking his eyes off me. 

‘Don’t move. You'll just get yourself hurt,’ Fynn’s voice resounds in my mind.  

We already had a certain bond because of Drake before, so being able to mind link him is not something new to me, but now his voice seems clearer, loude