Chapter 19
I squinted and brushed another stroke of maroon on the canvas. I nibbled on the tip of the paintbrush and admired the painting I just made.
I was still rusty, but that was to be expected. I hadn’t painted in years. Not since.... I couldn’t even remember when or why I stopped. One day, I just stopped. And I never started.
Until Sian gave me things to paint and draw again.
I shook my head as I stared at the finished canvas. Sian’s dark blue eyes were staring back at me and she was almost lifelike.
Yes, I definitely captured her spirit. And the little trickle of red I added just made her so much more real. She was almost here. Almost.
I checked the watch around my wrist. Another two hours to kill before Ayra would swap us back. Damn that woman, why did she need to have a prop
