What happened to Daymon

Third persons POV 

Artemis stirred awake, her eyes fluttering open to the dim light of the room. Aiden sat beside her, concern etched across his face. The memories of the past few weeks rushed back, and she felt a wave of emotions crashing over her.

"Aiden," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "You found me."

"I was terrified I wouldn't," he replied, his voice thick with relief. "What happened, Artemis? Where have you been?"

She took a deep breath, the weight of her experiences pressing down on her chest. "It all started when I found that letter," she began, her gaze dropping to the floor. "The one Kane gave to that woman… the prostitute."

Aiden's expression darkened. "What letter?"

"It was supposed to create a scene between us," Artemis continued, her voice trembling. "Kane wanted to break my heart. I confronted him about it, but he just laughed it off."

Aiden clenched his fists. "What did he say?"