Wolfsbane, Chapter 29, By Ruth Nalio
Autumn… Father left directly after lunch. My anger boiling, I walked along next to Trystan. The doors to the hall we had been in were just ahead and I walked ahead of him and through the doors. An easel was set up with a canvas next to it and some paint. “Where do you want me?” I inquired of Trystan. He crossed the room and looked at me from head to toe. “Ned, Marie, if the two of you would like to stand behind me when I do the painting, that would be perfect for me. There is a small sofa for you to sit on if you would like. The fewer distractions I have the better.” “Thank you, sir.” Marie said in a soft voice and hurried to the sofa. “Well?” I demanded, already sick of him looking at me so intently. His eyes flashed yellow-gold. “You are so lovely when you’re angry. I love to watch
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