Chapter 6
Annie’s exhaustion overtook her while she waited for Nayn to finish mixing the exact paint colour he’d been after, which she supposed was the whole reason he’d refused to answer her straight away. He wanted her to get some rest. Yet her sleep was not restful. Her dreams were full of memories too mashed together to be of any use. There was a guy stealing a sword, whose emotions lied, like he’d been riding a horse with its head obediently turned right, but its legs moving left. She was certain she’d met someone like that years ago. A man in a pale suit, dangling a ruby necklace from his fingers and grinning at her like she was something tasty to eat. Lucas had been there too. His fiercely protective stance had frightened her. Frightened for him. She had no way of distinguishing he
