“SOMEONE’S BEEN HERE.” Pleasance whispered, her voice caught in her throat.
Brita held her gun down by her side, her wide, golden eyes taking in the excessively tidy studio. “How can you tell?”
Pleasance shrugged. “Things are just a little...off.” She walked over to a canvas covered by a large square of white cloth and tugged it straight over the painting. “They touched my things.” Her voice quavered and Alfric was suddenly standing behind her, his hands on her shoulders.
Pleasance shivered and found herself leaning into Alfric’s comforting warmth.
“May I?”
Pleasance turned to where Percy stood with his hand on top of her file cabinet. She bit her bottom lip and nodded. A single tear slid down her cheek.
Alfric leaned over her shoulder. “Are you okay?”
She sniffed, trying to smile.
