Chapter 107 — Such… Chemistry!

There were paintings that captured likeness. There were ones that captured mood. And then there were portraits that captured truth.

This one?

This one knew too damn much.

The artist had painted me leaning slightly forward, eyes locked on Raven with a focus I hadn’t realized was so obvious. My hand rested on her shoulder, intimate in a way no innocent pose could hide.

Raven's expression was calm, quite a contrast to what I expected it to be. Her body ...