C148 Tensions Rise

Daymon’s POV

Artemis sat curled up on the couch, her arms wrapped around her knees as she stared out the window. The city lights outside flickered against the glass, but her expression remained unreadable. She was here, safe in his penthouse, yet she felt miles away.

Daymon knew she was hurting. He had known Artemis long enough to recognize when she was forcing herself to be strong