EPILOGUE
Six months later
Brygida squeezed her eyes shut too tightly, but she was too excited to care. She’d finally see it, after all this time, and silence the thousand different images she’s envisioned with the real one.
“You promise not to peek?” Kaspian whispered against her ear.
Even if she wanted to, she couldn’t see anything past his hands covering her eyes. After weeks of him sneaking off to paint in secret, she’d been dying to see it.
“I promise I won’t look.” She laughed, leaning back into him as he led her into the room. He guided her in, and the sunlight coming through the windows warmed her face. The scent of fresh paint and the musky scent of the hearth filled her nostrils.
“Ready?”
“I told you I was!” Brygida bounced on her toes. Mokosza’s great loom, he was teasing
