Chapter 15 Fifteen
Elena's POV
I was in the sunroom, but I wasn’t drawing. I was holding a book I’d brought from the main library. Caravaggio. The pages showed his paintings all violent, beautiful, full of desperate light and swallowing dark.
I heard his step in the doorway. I didn’t look up. I’d felt him coming...
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Chapters
1. Chapter 1 One
2. Chapter 2 Two
3. Chapter 3 Three
4. Chapter 4 Four
5. Chapter 5 Five
6. Chapter 6 Six
7. Chapter 7 Seven
8. Chapter 8 Eight
9. Chapter 9 Nine
10. Chapter 10 Ten
11. Chapter 11 Eleven
12. Chapter 12 Twelve
13. Chapter 13 Thirteen
14. Chapter 14 Fourteen
15. Chapter 15 Fifteen
16. Chapter 16 Sixteen
17. Chapter 17 Seventeen
18. Chapter 18 Eighteen
19. Chapter 19 Nineteen
20. Chapter 20 Twenty
21. Chapter 21 Twenty one
22. Chapter 22 Twenty two
23. Chapter 23 Twenty three
24. Chapter 24 Twenty four
25. Chapter 25 Twenty five
26. Chapter 26 Twenty six
27. Chapter 27 Twenty seven
28. Chapter 28 Twenty eight
29. Chapter 29 Twenty nine
30. Chapter 30 Thirty
31. Chapter 31 Thirty one
32. Chapter 32 Thirty two
33. Chapter 33 Thirty three
34. Chapter 34 Thirty four
35. Chapter 35 Thirty five
36. Chapter 36 Thirty six
37. Chapter 37 Thirty seven
38. Chapter 38 Thirty eight
39. Chapter 39 Thirty nine
40. Chapter 40 Forty
41. Chapter 41 Forty one
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