William was floored.
Yes, he’d had his theories.
Yes, he’d had his suspicions.
But to see the evidence just staring back at him …
And that wasn’t all.
The painting showed something he’d never would have guessed, and it made his heart go a mile a minute. He could feel his throat closing in with emotion, making it hard to breathe, and he just couldn’t tear his eyes away.
In the painting, a smiling, blue-eyed man with golden wings who looked suspiciously like William was looking down into a pool not fully painted yet, but the sketch lines were clearly there. Where his reflection should be was instead dark midnight water and another man`s reflection, enshrouded in black smoke, sprays of blood through the darkness. The man had fangs and wounds marring his face, and staring back up at
