(Kaelan's POV)

She stared at me for a long time, like she was weighing whether to run.

“Why did he—the man in the raincoat—come to the gallery?”

“Because he sensed something lit in the gallery ever since you started restoring it.” I leaned back. “And because someone wanted this paper to touch your skin.”

“For what?”

“To open something inside that painting.” I shrugged. “To trigger a mechanism that’s been shut off for years.”

“And you don’t want that to ...