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DAXTON

The moment Mason burst through the studio doors, his face pale, I knew something was wrong. I dropped the paintbrush in the bucket by my side, turning the unfinished painting away from him. It was my most sacred art. A painting of the woman who'd occupied my heart.

"What's wrong?" I asked my brother, and shortly after, Tyrone literally dragged Arya into my studio. She looked dazed, trapped in a world I couldn't see.

"Earlier this ...