Beck's POV
Morning comes with a bed of rumpled sheets for me and silence creeping up the walls. The sun rises overhead slowly and lazily, partially covered by the rain clouds that never seem to leave the city.
Inside me, Ash keeps thinking about her, my mate whose room is across the corridor. Her nearness seems to fill the air with electricity, making it impossible for me to concentrate on anything else but thoughts of Artemis.
A part of me feels that the hatred for Baltazar is more than justified. If it weren't for him and the lies that he has told her, Artemis would be in my bed, her warm, delicate body snuggled up to mine, just as it should be. Instead, we are kept apart by walls that prevent her from plunging a knife into my chest.
"What an encouraging thought," Ash mutters grumpily in my head as I stand on my feet in one fluid motion.
