When they touch me (Shelagh Milano) novel Chapter 52

Chapter 52
ARTEMISIA

“Oh, dear Goddess.”

I jump as Alberta shows up behind me as I am examining my ball gown, which must have been delivered to me just in time for Fynn to trash it.

So mean.

The red fabric adorned with the little gems is now just a witness of how sharp claws can be. By all the tears, and seeing that the middle is nearly cut through, it is actually remarkable how it is still hanging against my closet as one item.

She recovers herself pretty quickly as she walks into my walk-in wardrobe wearing an encouraging smile. “Nothing a pair of talented hands can’t fix.”

“Your optimism is golden, Alberta.” I laugh, passing my fingers over the shredded fabric hanging on a cloth hanger. “Thank you.”

Sighing, I shake my head as I feel like I'm trapped in some strange and unromantic adaptation of the beauty and the beast.

She lifts the pile of fabrics she is holding in her hands up into the air and her smile grows. “I brought you something.”

“Perfect, work is just what I need to get myself a bit of distraction,” I say, trying to match her optimistic tone.

We walk back into my living room, where two Omegas are already setting up a mini-atelier with a sewing machine and a desk for the patterns.

“This is amazing,” I say while staring in awe, making the three of them giggle. “I didn’t know I would get my own fancy atelier.”

As I had entered my quarters after having spoken with Cayden, I actually lost all the fighting spirit I had in me and I felt just sadness.

All the decorations that they had so lovingly put up for me to make me feel at home in my new surroundings were gone. I guess that all the vases with the colourful flowers, the cups with the scented candles, and the cute little figurines had been shattered during his rampage.

My bed was totally torn apart and even the frame was cracked. Luckily, my wardrobe seems to have been only dismembered and just a few of my clothes have been torn apart.

Like the dress Matthew loved so much, by coincidence.

Asshole.

My furniture was damaged as well, even if not to the same extent as the bed.

While a great sense of desperation wafted through me, I suddenly sensed a growl rippling through my mind. First, I thought that I must have been hallucinating, also because Cassy would never be able to generate such a sound, but just a few heartbeats later, Drake’s gravelly voice confirmed to me that it was real.

‘I hate seeing mate sad.’

Fighting the urge to feel surprised by the fact that Fynn’s wolf was enacting a guest appearance in my head without Fynn being anywhere close, I acted solely annoyed.

‘How about you two stop pulling such shit off,’ I groaned back, making him growl.

‘I will make him beg for forgiveness,’ he promised, causing my brain to fill with the amazingly enticing picture of Fynn kneeling in front of me.

I scoffed to myself, shaking my head as if wanting to get rid of the picture, and stepped out of the way as two bulky guys carried in a new sideboard. ‘Don’t bother. I don’t want to see either one of you two.’

He growls again but doesn’t say anything else afterwards.

Slowly, one piece after another started to be replaced, I rearranged my things, and soon enough nothing of Fynn’s rampage was recognizable anymore.

If it wasn’t for my broken heart.

I sigh, tucking my hair behind my ear before continuing to operate the sewing machine. Alberta had given everything to teach me the basics and surely has the patience of a saint.

She spent nearly all morning going through the patterns with me and showed me the different threads and needles to work the various fabrics.