Celeste
Fenris’s Private Villa
Isla Lobo, Panama
After taking a moment to collect myself, I pocketed Fenris’s phone and wandered my way down to the kitchen, pausing a few times to admire the artwork on the hall. The hallway was long and held a richly colored carpet on the tiled floor. I didn’t doubt the carpet was handmade. In fact, I almost felt bad for walking on it.
It almost felt like walking through a gallery, and though I knew little about art, they all certainly seemed like the real deal. Each frame was different. Some were small and understated, while others were golden and glamorous, perhaps even fancier than the paintings within them. Fenris appeared to favor landscapes. Most of what I’d seen so far were images of rolling green hills, dark forests, or churning coastlines. Onl
