Lily's POV

I couldn't sleep Tuesday night after leaving Rafael at the art studio, so at midnight I drove back to my apartment and pulled out the painting supplies I hadn't touched in weeks.

My spare bedroom, which doubled as a studio, was covered in dust, and the canvases stacked against the walls were all half-finished projects I'd abandoned when Thompson Enterprises consumed my life.

But tonight I needed to paint because my emotions were too tangled to process any other way and art had ...