Chapter 143

Dexter

The artist I sent for arranged the canvas on a plain table, then placed the color pallete beside it while I watched Dante closely.

He clamped his lower lip between his teeth, and his eyes kept darting around. I could tell that he was nervous, but I didn't care. His open display of anxiety got me wondering how I employed him.

My guards were supposed to be fit all the time and able to hide their fears.

"Are you ready?" Luke asked after setting up a little studio in the warehouse.

We were still in the warehouse as we couldn't afford to go to the hospital, because...