When they touch me (Shelagh Milano) novel Chapter 64

Chapter 64
ARTEMISIA

I always knew that he was a monster.

But after Logan had given me a glimpse of his family secret, I was now sure of it.

I couldn’t understand how he could tell me that being serious, and I had asked more and more questions to be able to understand the situation.

But there was no avail.

After the little bit he had told me, just to be able to warn me, he closed back up fully, not disclosing anything else to me.

He held me as I cried my heart out, and helped me out of the water as I felt like life had been sucked out of me.

Picking up our clothes, we walked through a passage in the house, reaching the arcade rooms.

With a last kiss, we parted ways and I returned to my quarters heartbroken.

At least now I know that I’m not the only one hurting, even if it doesn’t help my pain a lot.

I had asked him to let me stay with him, but he told me that we weren’t allowed to.

After I had proposed asking his brothers so that we wouldn’t get in trouble, he got a response back from Fynn that he didn’t even want to say out loud to me, but it clearly was a no. Matthew, on the other hand, had just told him that they should stick to the rules to prevent another fight with Cayden.

So, I was on my own again.

All alone.

Wrapped in the blankets on my bed, I snuggled in early, not even caring for what the time was.

Daisy nearly got my door kicked in to serve me my dinner so that I skyrocketed out of bed to open voluntarily.

“Oh, were you sleeping?” She asks with her usual overly happy voice.

I rub my eyes and nod, hoping it wouldn’t be that obvious that I was crying. “Yeah. Sorry. Has been a tiresome day.”

“One more reason to not skip an important meal of the day,” she says in a sing-song, pushing in the cart with what I suppose is my dinner.

My stomach starts rumbling but the happy feeling is brusquely interrupted as Daisy lifts the lid, making me suppress a gag.

What the hell?

“I really don’t mean to be ungrateful. But what is this?” I ask, putting a hand in front of my nose and mouth as if it could prevent me from smelling the stench coming from my dinner.

“Risotto,” she says excitedly, still holding the lid.

“I- I can see that,” I start, not knowing how to end the sentence in a polite way. “But what is in it?”

She hums, leaning over the food, and smiles as she straightens her spine back up. “Mushrooms, if I’m not mistaken.”

“Mushrooms don’t smell this way,” I observe, hoping she would get what I want to say without having to tell her that it stinks.

Also, I highly doubt that she isn’t able to smell this stench.

“Oh, no. That must be the supplements I have added to the food,” she states proudly.

Oh, my Goddess.

“Su- Supplements?” I ask, and she nods over-excitedly.

“Yes, for healthy pups,” she giggles, and my heart stops.

Gulping painfully, I force a smile. “Daisy, I’m not trying to get pregnant, yet. Maybe I could have a normal portion?”

She laughs hysterically, waving her hand dismissively. “Oh, you. Now come on and eat.”

My heart races as I step towards the table carefully, sitting down on the chair that she is pulling out for me.

Just as I’m about to answer him, the door gets kicked in.

The huge bang gets Daisy and me to jump and look at the door to see Fynn barging into the room. He is wearing a grey top with his black shorts, and his appearance nearly gets me to overhear the high-pitched voice following him.

My heart flips painfully in my chest as I see a she-wolf looking like a fairy. She is wearing a see-through dress, adorned with lace that causes my blood to boil.

‘Looks like we spotted the problem,’ Cassy sneers. ‘It’s not only that you are ugly, but you have the wrong hair colour too.’

I can sense Drake wanting to get back at her but he can’t as he has another task at hand.

Even I don’t get to feel hurt by her statement as the fairy speaks in a melodic voice, calling my mate, “Master Fynn.”

My pain must be too much to handle as I laugh out loud at hearing this while Drake growls.

Daisy’s face has turned pale by now, and she watches Fynn nearing her as she seems to get smaller with every step he takes. “What is this putrid smell?”

His expression darkens as he looks over the food and me still holding the spoon.

The dark veins reappear on his face, Drake’s voice mixing with his as he turns back to Daisy, who is now the one who is shaking. “Were you trying to poison my mate?”

“N- No! N- No, I- I swear.” Daisy stutters as he growls threateningly.

“What the fuck is this then?” he barks, picking up my stinky plate to throw it against the wall.

Eew, my room will reek forever.

“It’s just supplements!” Daisy shrieks, making Fynn halt in his movement confused.

“Supplement for what? Are you fucking kidding me?”

Daisy whimpers, shaking her head. “F- For the b- baby.”