Artemis’ pov

“But—” Aiden raised a finger as I rose to follow him out of the hall. He closed in on me with narrowed eyes and ran his finger on my cheek. “You will go on blindfold.”

I said nothing.

“Good,” he nodded. My silence was a yes to his proposal.

He fished a black pick of cloth from his pocket, and with a gentle nod, he ordered me to turn. I turned and shut my eyes, while he slowly blindfolded me with the cloth.

“Can you see?” he asked.

“No,” I answered.

“Good,” he uttered and held me by the hands. “You have to trust me, Artemis.”

I nodded....