Fabiana snorted, and the sound seemed to surprise her. She peered back and forth in the room like someone would punish her for it.
“No one will ever touch you again,” Giuliana swore.
Fabiana tucked a thick patch of dark hair behind her ear with a small smile. “You sound like Paz.”
“Well, we are mates. Doesn’t make the statement any less true.”
Fabiana searched Giuliana’s eyes. “You mean it. Okay. Hold on.”
Giuliana waited, wondering what the hell the woman was doing. Fabiana was like a flame flickering in the wind that could go out any minute. After some shuffling and muttered curses, Fabiana came back into the room with several canvases tucked under her arm.
“What do you think of these?”
Giuliana let her set them up but only looked at Fabiana. She was nervous, wringing her fingers in front of her lap.
She’s afraid I’ll be like everyone else.
Giuliana understood that, probably better than anyone. They were two children raised under an Alpha’s thumb. Giuliana, for the first time, could be thankful Arturo had never wanted to physically hurt her unless he wanted to dole out punishment for her escape acts. Though he never actually did it. Fabiana had faced her father wrath so much her spirit had broken.
If Giuliana did the same thing, Fabiana would shut down. Giuliana didn’t even know if Fabiana had shown these to her brother.
“You’re not crazy, Fabiana.”
“Look at them first, and then tell me that.”
So Giuliana did what she asked, starting from the first one. It was a painting of a murky world, in shades of black and grays. Even the grass seemed to be shards of broken black glass. But in the center were three women, billowing out of the darkness. The one in the center held a light in her hands and looked like she was attempting to crush it. The woman on her left had her hands stretched toward the light, anger and fear on her face. But the third woman reached out to the viewer, her hand poised to rip through the canvas.
Giuliana felt chills race down her back just seeing it.
She couldn’t tell the age or dress of the women; she felt impressions more than anything. They were wrapped in the darkness itself. But the only one she seemed to hate instantly was the one in the center.
What the hell?
Giuliana didn’t make her thoughts known aloud. Instead, she looked to the next painting. This one had wolves and people racing toward a great—
“That’s in Scorched Earth!”
Giuliana had just been there. Fabiana hadn’t drawn all the faces, but Giuliana recognized the golden orb hovering in the back and the lone Fae standing in the center of the circle. No one but the ones who’d gone and Dominic knew what happened in Scorched Earth. Fabiana shouldn’t have been able to draw it from this bird’s eye view.
“It’s real?”
Giuliana ignored Fabiana’s question and looked to the next one. This one had a broken Fae, bloodied and with a fire-laced sword screaming at the woman who’d been in the center of the first painting. In one arm he had a woman in light tucked to his side.
Kieran?
No, Fabiana was not crazy, not by any stretch of the imagination.
“Have you shown these to Pasquale?”
Fabiana shook her head. “I see these in dreams, and I can’t get them out of my head until I paint them. This last one, the wolf, has been showing up since you came to the house.”
The wolf—the one Giuliana had seen in the woods for only a flash. Next to the bright-red woman she could just barely remember.
She dropped to her knees.
“Giuliana?”
“You’re not crazy, Fabiana. Never let anyone tell you this. Your brother needs to see this.”
