Chapter 87: Artistic Revelations
(Amelia's POV)
I carefully balanced the delicate pastry on my hand, feeling its buttery crust crumble slightly under my touch. Alexander had taken one for himself, casually biting into it as the movers gently set down the paintings in the den. He stood slightly to the side, his sharp green eyes tracing the intricate brushstrokes of the artwork.
The den, usually so vast and cold in its minimalism, now felt smaller and warmer. The colors from the paintings—soft blues from moonlit skies, earthy greens from forest scenes—breathed life into the space.
Alexander tilted his head, scrutinizing one particular piece: a moonlit forest. A single wolf stood in its center, bathed in moonlight. Its gaze seemed to pierce through the canvas, almost tangible in its i
