I leaned back against the wet paint, letting out a shaky breath as I collected myself. The room felt colder all of a sudden, the air thinner, like I’d been left untethered.
I glanced down at my hands, smeared with paint, and let out a small, shaky laugh. My shirt clung to the wall behind me, the cool dampness seeping through the fabric. I peeled myself away, wincing as thought it hurt, and turned to look at the mess we’d created. There was a huge smudge across the wall, and I picked up the roller to cover it up, glancing up at the two large handprints Talon had left. I decided I would keep those… a delicious reminder of his passion.
As I painted the final section of wall, I started to feel a little bit queasy. I pulled the windows open further, figuring it was an effect from the paint fu
