“I told you not to come into this room,” Knox said.
“You’re him,” I repeated. “Kage. Wow. I can’t believe it. I should have figured it out, but—”
“Get out!”
Knox grabbed me suddenly by the arm, tearing me out of the art storage room. I stumbled back, stepping onto the large square of canvas I’d been working on. It was forgotten now with this new revelation, and I stared at Knox like I expected paint to come gushing out of his ears.
“So is this your art studio—” I started to ask, but the look on Knox’s face stopped me cold. He was mad. And not just upset. His eyes burned with fury. He tossed the painting back behind him into the storage area and slammed the door.
“You,” he spat. He took a step toward me. I retreated, and my foot caught on the canvas. I fell backwards and land
