Selene pov

And sitting on a bench near the fountain, his back to us, was Kael.

He had an easel set up in front of him. A canvas. Paints spread out on a small table beside him.

He was painting.

“I’ll leave you two alone,” Lydia whispered. She squeezed my hand once, then turned and walked back toward the house.

I stood there for a moment, just watching him. His shoulders were hunched. His brush moved slowly across the canvas like each stroke took effort.

He looked lonely. So terribly ...