Chill of Fear
Chapter One
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Present day
Nightmares again?"
Diana Brisco slipped her cold hands into the front pockets of her smock and frowned at him. "What makes you ask?"
"That." He nodded at the canvas on its easel in front of her, a canvas with a dark background and bright, harsh slashes of color in the foreground.
She joined him in staring at the canvas, and finally shrugged. "No, no nightmares." For once, at least. "Just in a mood, I guess."
"A dark mood."
"You told us to paint what we felt," she said defensively. "I did that."
He smiled, the expression lending his already angelic features such beauty that she unconsciously caught her breath.
"Yes, you did. And quite powerfully. I'm not worried about your work, Diana. It's superb, as usual. I'm concerned about you."
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