Artemis’s Pov

My heart skipped as the throaty crackly of the hinge of the door slowly rotated under the pressure of a hand holding onto the door handle. I shot my eyes tight; maybe this is the time to take my last breath. Who knows, the world is full of scorpion and spiders and worst of them are outside our hideout, about to walk in and end us for real.

“Stand behind me,” Daymon whispered as the door slowly clicked open. My eyes were hurting really bad and breathing was becoming quite difficult, but I felt my feet move as I swung behind his broad back.

I heard footstep. The...