ARTEMISIA

“What is that?”

“What does it look like?” I retorted, staring at Sin.

“I don't know.” He mumbled. “Besides, it's irritating when you answer a question with another question.”

I shrugged whilst continuing with what I was doing. “I didn't say you could ask me a question, either.”

Sin shook his head as he walked toward the massive mahogany wardrobe. “You seemed grumpy this morning. I doubt if it's because of the nightmare you had, or maybe that is the way you wake up each morning.”

“I hadn't noticed because I barely sleep in this room.” He added. “What is going on with you?”

“The thought of you and...