Chapter 36

Artemisia POV

Matthew is working on a sculpture. His stained clothes make him look like he escaped some secret fantasy of mine. I stare, drooling, for a bit too long before his chuckle gets me to force out something.

“I’m not that hungry,” he answers with a grimace, making me feel guilty.

Something about our interaction feels strange, and I cross my arms wanting to scold him playfully to loosen up the situation. “That isn’t healthy. A wolf like you not being hungry is a bad sign.”

He answers my snicker with a tired smile and steps closer without touching me, which intensifies my feeling about something being wrong.

As he doesn’t say anything, I clear my throat and try not to crumble under his intense gaze. “So, this is your hobby?”