Artemis Lux
g o l d d u s t w o m a n
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Artemis lied, sharp green eyes blazing up toward him in feigned incredulity. She hoped her expression conveyed genuine vexation, but as her gaze lingered on him, a coy spark ignited her features and brought the dimple in her cheek to the surface. “Even if I did, you should be so lucky.”
It was clear that Artemis knew exactly what Kad was talking about. The rough command of his fingers in her hair, the tender push of his nose against hers, the heat that filled the narrow space between their lips, just before they were mercifully interrupted by one of the children . . . she could not have forgotten the moment if she tried.
And she had tried.
The afternoon he gifted her with the new set of beskar’gam, crafted by the toil of his own hands, had been fraught with emotion. At the time, she blamed a temporary lapse in judgment for their near-kiss, dismissing it as nothing more than a flicker of weakness brought on by the sentiment of his grand gesture. Now, as she watched his impressive form stride away toward the cave, she knew better.
Theirs was a dangerous game. Artemis felt the cards she clutched against her heart precariously begin to slip, but she would be damned if she laid down her hand first. It seemed that Kad had beaten her to the draw.
You come out of the water as if a divine goddess new to the earth, he had said.
Was it a confession, or an attempt to disarm her incorrigible resolve? His brazen words had moved her, unsettled her, surprised her—reached down into the depths of her core and taken hold of her in such an honest and intimate manner as to leave her momentarily frozen. Artemis lingered at the shore while Kad disappeared inside the cave, but in her furiously working mind, he was still with her . . . reenacting the kiss that had never happened, but this time, carrying it through to completion.
Artemis blinked.
The rumbling of the waterfall, tuned out as white noise by her imagination, faded back into focus and restored her shrewd attention to the present. A frown curved at the bottom tier of her mouth.
What was she thinking?
Without any further acknowledgment or rumination, Artemis shook her dark head and resolved at once to leave her alarming thoughts at the river. Gathering her composure, she turned to move swiftly toward the encampment without looking back.
When she reemerged inside the cave, Kad had already skinned the kill and prepared it for roasting. As if bent on self-torture, the thought occurred to her that he was a consummate survivalist, and a true Mandalorian male—but she immediately volleyed these observations away.
“You’ve caught a fine breakfast,” Artemis remarked conversationally, attempting to mask the semi-awkwardness that still clung between them. As she lowered herself to recline at his side, the fire's warmth prickled over her dampened skin and crept in among her shining back ringlets, beginning the lengthy process of drying her soaked mane of hair. For a moment, all was silent, save for the embers crackling pleasantly beneath the readily cooking meal. Artemis forced her gaze to meet Kad's, offering him a subdued smile. “Thank you—for everything. I feel much better today.”
It was clear that Artemis knew exactly what Kad was talking about. The rough command of his fingers in her hair, the tender push of his nose against hers, the heat that filled the narrow space between their lips, just before they were mercifully interrupted by one of the children . . . she could not have forgotten the moment if she tried.
And she had tried.
The afternoon he gifted her with the new set of beskar’gam, crafted by the toil of his own hands, had been fraught with emotion. At the time, she blamed a temporary lapse in judgment for their near-kiss, dismissing it as nothing more than a flicker of weakness brought on by the sentiment of his grand gesture. Now, as she watched his impressive form stride away toward the cave, she knew better.
Theirs was a dangerous game. Artemis felt the cards she clutched against her heart precariously begin to slip, but she would be damned if she laid down her hand first. It seemed that Kad had beaten her to the draw.
You come out of the water as if a divine goddess new to the earth, he had said.
Was it a confession, or an attempt to disarm her incorrigible resolve? His brazen words had moved her, unsettled her, surprised her—reached down into the depths of her core and taken hold of her in such an honest and intimate manner as to leave her momentarily frozen. Artemis lingered at the shore while Kad disappeared inside the cave, but in her furiously working mind, he was still with her . . . reenacting the kiss that had never happened, but this time, carrying it through to completion.
Artemis blinked.
The rumbling of the waterfall, tuned out as white noise by her imagination, faded back into focus and restored her shrewd attention to the present. A frown curved at the bottom tier of her mouth.
What was she thinking?
Without any further acknowledgment or rumination, Artemis shook her dark head and resolved at once to leave her alarming thoughts at the river. Gathering her composure, she turned to move swiftly toward the encampment without looking back.
When she reemerged inside the cave, Kad had already skinned the kill and prepared it for roasting. As if bent on self-torture, the thought occurred to her that he was a consummate survivalist, and a true Mandalorian male—but she immediately volleyed these observations away.
“You’ve caught a fine breakfast,” Artemis remarked conversationally, attempting to mask the semi-awkwardness that still clung between them. As she lowered herself to recline at his side, the fire's warmth prickled over her dampened skin and crept in among her shining back ringlets, beginning the lengthy process of drying her soaked mane of hair. For a moment, all was silent, save for the embers crackling pleasantly beneath the readily cooking meal. Artemis forced her gaze to meet Kad's, offering him a subdued smile. “Thank you—for everything. I feel much better today.”
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