Chapter 6: The Gathering
Adrian POV
A guest was indicated by the faint ringing of the bell above the gallery entrance. With the brush in my hand floating in space, I looked up from the canvas I had been working on. The streets outside were illuminated by the gentle light of an early winter day, and the gallery was peaceful at this time of day.
I blurted out, "Welcome to Ashborne Art Studio," as I dabbed a little scarlet into the corner of the picture.
I turned, wiping a stray curl from my cheek when no response was received. I froze when I saw the guy standing in the center of the room.
Adrian.
He clutched one of my paintings, a little canvas I had finished months before that showed a river near Ashborne with wildflowers blooming along it. His spotless shoes and fitted charcoal sui
