Artemis flinched, “Sorry, sir, but my point is that it feels like internal warfare. No one else would know.”
I made a mental note that whoever Artemis was, she didn’t believe she was the goddess. If she had, she wouldn’t be quite so deferential.
Dixieclone nodded and then sighed, “That’s not a good sign. The moment’s too crucial to handle everything we need to and that too.”
Artemis looked from side to side as if to check who was in earshot, saying, “That’s my worry.” Continue reading Castling: Part 4