Chapter Seventeen
If there was a stage beyond burnt out, Thea was in it. She perched on the edge of her seat and took another gulp of coffee, trying to avoid sinking into the comfort of the armchair.
Jake had been right. She should have asked Nick and Grace to put this off. Between her distaste for what she had just been doing and the obscene hour, she was exhausted.
Grace ran her finger around the designs on Emmy’s platter—the gorgeous piece with a teal handprint in the center of swirling figures.
“Amazing.”
“So does the pattern look like the one in the cave?” Thea asked.
“As much as anything could.” Grace touched the handprint. “The carvings are rather…” She seemed to search for the right word.
“Elusive,” Nick supplied. Grace nodded.
“But it does capture the basic essence,” Danie
