Brett fixed lunch after returning home from delivering two of his newest paintings to the gallery. He felt a sense of pride in how well they’d turned out. The gallery owner seemed to agree that they were good. He’d made several glowing comments on the subject matter and how cleverly Brett had managed to hide and yet reveal the supernaturals who populated the paintings.
Going into his studio with a sandwich in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other, Brett studied the newest painting sitting on the easel. He saw two places which still needed more attention, so he finished eating then set to work. He was totally involved when his phone rang a few minutes later. He answered, grumbling, “This better be important.”
“It is,” Kylian replied, sending Brett’s pulse racing. “We need to go talk t
