Tadpolexstudio 24 11 12 Mckenzie Mae And Raven ... -

Raven leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, silver rings glinting on every finger. Her black hair fell in a sharp curtain over one eye. “I don’t brood. I calculate .”

“And?” Mckenzie whispered.

“And I painted you,” Raven said, nodding toward the draped easel in the corner. “Not your face. The way you feel when you think no one’s watching. The way you hold a brush like it’s the last solid thing in the world.” TadpolexStudio 24 11 12 Mckenzie Mae And Raven ...

Raven crossed the studio, pulled the cloth off the canvas. It wasn’t a portrait. It was a storm—swirls of violet and gray, a single figure standing in the rain, hands outstretched, catching lightning. The face was blurred, but the stance was unmistakably Mckenzie: fearless, open, waiting to be burned. Raven leaned against the far wall, arms crossed,