CHAPTER TWENTY NINE
LAMON’S POV
Ever looked at something and wondered why anyone in their right mind would be fascinated by it? Well, that is certainly my current situation as I try fruitlessly to decipher what exactly had captured Tawan’s focus on the painting hanging before us. To me, it looked like somebody just poured a whole lot of different colors on a canvas and then let a toddler play on it. No matter what angle I tried to look at it from, it looked the same to me.
“Isn’t it magnificent? You can just tell how much time and precision it took for the painter to get every stroke of paint on that canvas,” There was a certain glow in Tawan’s eyes as he gazed lovingly at the painting, “He really poured his soul into this painting,”
“Yeah but I’m certain this cannot beat any of your d
