Celeste

I stepped back from the easel, my heart beating so fast I could hear it in my ears. The painted Jace stared at me from the canvas, his dark eyes looking so real, his body spread across the painting like something I shouldn’t have created.

My stomach twisted with worry. What if someone saw this? What if Mary walked in right now? Or worse—what if Jace found it?

Just thinking about it made me shake with shame and a burning heat I couldn’t control.

What if Jace ever found out ...