HAZEL STYLES POV

"Gosh, this is exhausting" I groaned when the message I had gotten the night before refused to stop playing in my head. "Should I just go to the police, or tell Riven about this?" I mumbled to myself as the colors in front of me blurred.

Painting used to be therapeutic for me, so why was I still so agitated?

I stared at the canvas, the russet color of Riven's eyes staring back at me.

I paused, wondering just when I'd started to paint him. And speaking of Riven, was he ...