*Blake’s mother*
“What do you think of the girl ?" I ask.
“She would look lovely on canvas." He answers.
Sitting at my vanity, I twist around and glare at the young blond Adonis with the golden eyes lounging on my bed waiting for me to finish my nightly rituals. All the various creams I apply to my face, throat, and arms are all that keeps me from looking all of my forty-seven years. “Leo.”
I do not bother to hide my displeasure with his answer. He demands complete honesty between us. It had terrified me at first, but now I see the wisdom in it. It is liberating, and I have come to realize that no matter my faults, he will always forgive me.
He shrugs. “You think she could be his salvation."
“I hope she could be, yes. He seems so lost. While they don't say anything, I know Bryant and Ba
