ARTEMISIA

“Pregnant?!” That was what I could stutter as I gazed at Emma in disbelief.

Also, I didn't think I heard everything she said right. How could she be pregnant?

I had nothing against it; I had never imagined she was that careless.

I heard Sin's name, followed by a cackle from her.

My brow tilted, and I folded my hands in front of me. “Who is the father? And do you think you are free to do whatever you want…”

“Oh, please,” Emma cut me off with a wave of her hand. “I don't think you heard me right. Perhaps the initiation ceremony made you dumber. I said that...