Chapter 4

Rowan and Hartwell exchanged a glance, both spotting the same shock and sense of absurdity in each other's eyes.

This world was getting way too weird.

Rowan was silent for a long moment, then suddenly grabbed his coat. "Get the car ready. We're going to Hartwell's studio."

He had to see it for himself.

He needed to find out how much about Briseis he still didn't know.

When Rowan's ostentatious Maybach rolled up outside Hartwell's studio, I was at the workbench with Hartwell, experimenting with a new glaze.

Hartwell held my hand, guiding my brush strokes, his warm breath tickling…