Amara placed her coffee down and sighed, "I don't know what I'm going to do about this situation. Luce wants to leave them be and play it all out. Doesn't she get that if we restart this tournament, it'll mess up Raven even more?"
Artemis was sitting opposite his daughter on a crooked wooden stool with his golden shisha pipe next to him. He took another puff from his golden shisha pipe and stared at his daughter intently. He breathed out the smoke and savoured the cherry taste of the hookah flavour in the pipe. Then, he erupted into a fit of laughter.
