My Beautiful Primrose

green eyes. He trembled slightly, his chest rising and falling rapidly. For the first time in years, Damon felt an un

ed at all, actually. He stood with his hands in his pockets, shoulders squared, gaze fixed

he said

er red hair caught the light in a way that made it look almost bright and fiery like a wild fire

oved her deeply to be able to c

re blankly the way painted eyes were sup

swal

You're a fucking painting. Oil and c

ressed ba

retching endlessly behind her. He could still smell it when he closed his

fre

misplaced memory. He exhaled sharp

the empty room. "So if this is some elaborate psychol

idn't even tilt its head the way it had in

tensity alone could force

you?" h

hin

I dream a

noth

thought crept

it's c

ut loud at that

n haunted objects or past lives or spirits lingering in oil paint. He believe

ye

dreams usually were. He'd felt grass beneath his finger

door opened

the moment he saw D

staring like that," Victor said lightly. "And consid

didn't

ed. "Okay. T

ever look at something and

"Good morning

er his shoulder.

usual easy posture sharpening wi

ious?" Da

the night arguing with

augh that held no humo

his gaze to the painting. "Is this about her?"

n eyebrow. "You

hesi

t off or told the truth. The truth sounded in

about her,

r wai

on continued slowly. "I was the

changed in curiosity

d. "She called

retched be

ictor pr

me," Damon said. "Like I wa

reams borrow faces all the time. Es

then softened his tone. "It didn't

more carefully this time. "Did yo

o.

ow you

es

owly. "Okay. That

You're not even going to

also not unheard of. Art can trigger su

me was Maeve," D

mid-sentence. "

sh I

the painting fo

alog list a s

'Unknown

once. "Then

ned. "Find

Victor met his eyes. "Paintings don't appear out o

before Damon

rt now," D

y d

an archivist who owed Victor a favor. By midafternoon, they'd chased dow

wnership trail.

Damon muttered, han

les. "It's not impossi

tional

," Victor said. "Or

ceiling. The dream replayed again. The way she'

ou reme

uzzed. Unkn

, then answe

pause. The

ng questions abou

went rigid.

straigh

you want answers, you'll

ere

t you the

ne wen

at him. "Wha

as the address came thro

ft that

he asphalt with reflections of neon signs dancing in puddles. Damon barely noti

den

reeched. A h

ly to avoid a truck, but

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