By the time Cain came downstairs, Soren had already taken me to his studio.
The woman in his painting had no facial features. Now, he had me sit on a chair in the studio and began drawing the face onto the figure based on my appearance.
Soren had his back facing the door.
He didn't notice when Cain walked in.
I did.
I looked at Cain helplessly. I shook my head at him with tears almost filling my eyes, silently telling him that I had been forced into this.
In almost an instant, I saw Cain's brows pull together.
If it had been anyone else, Cain probably would have already attacked him.
However, Soren was different. Cain didn't dare attack him.
"Soren, it's time to eat."
Soren didn't even lift his head.
"I only have a few more strokes left. You two go eat first."
Cain clenched his
