No.
This couldn’t be happening.
Not when she was getting closer to Alaric Macintyre… not when she was just starting to regain his trust.
What was she going to do?
“Artemis?”
Her heart skipped a beat at the mention of her fake alias from behind her tent. The General wanted to see her, but for the safety of her secret identity, she contemplated letting him in, trying to come up with or some excuse to keep him away even.
She didn’t know any more if it was safe for him to see her, scared that he would find out who she really was.
“Artemis, are you in there?” She heard him call out again. Taking a deep breath, she hollered, “Please come in, my lord,”
The first thing General Alaric Macintyre realised when he stepped into the lass’s tent was how distressed she looked. He was by her side
