Chapter 50

Artemisia POV

I’m officially pissed. 

Raging wouldn’t even describe my internal whirlwind that is creating total havoc. 

“And if you could check with Astrid. The annual excursion with the pups takes place before the ball.” Cayden doesn’t even look at me as he goes through the to-dos scribbled in his stupid notebook. 

“Sure,” I answer, annoyed, whipping with my leg that I have crossed over my other. 

With my emotions scrambled all over the place, Fynn not ignoring me only to mock me, and my mates avoiding me most of the time because of this complicated situation nobody is telling me about, I just can’t seem to get a grip. 

And after Lisa told me what I wanted to hear, I don’t want to get the grip back on things.