Artemis POV

I felt so comfortable and safe resting on Daymon's shoulder, it was like I don't have any problem at all for the rest of my life again if I'm left in that particular position.

I looked up at Daymon, who was battling with the handle of the little stainless bucket that was removed when we were to use it.

I left my two hands folded inside the big top I was putting on which belongs to somebody we don't know. We saw it in the cabin and I had put it on since there are her clothes for me t; IIar, I, tinkthinkinkw.

“Yep!” I heard Daymon scream...