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256 pages, Paperback
Published February 4, 2025
Through the window, a woman passed through a pool of gaslight—black hair cut in a striking bob, moving with unusual grace through the evening crowd. Our eyes met briefly, and I caught a glimpse of sharp cheekbones and green eyes that seemed to see right through me. Her gaze held mine with an almost predatory intensity before she disappeared into the darkness. I foundmyself analyzing the shade of her hair, trying to decipher the blue hues from the stark onyx of her finger waves. The light caught it like liquid metal, the sort of color that would require a complex mixture of mars black and indigo—perhaps a drop of raw umber, though that still wouldn’t do it justice.
“You’re going to paint.” She said simply.
I reached for my familiar tools—ruler, pencil for preliminary sketches,but Evelyn’s hand caught mine.
“No,” she said, moving behind me. “Not like that.”
Her free hand settled on my waist, and I watched as she reached past me for a wide brush—the kind I’d never use for a first layer. She pressed it into my hand, her fingers lingering over mine. A jar of deep blue paint sat open on the table, its surface like black glass in the darkness.
“This isn’t how—” I started, but she tightened her grip slightly.
“Look,” she said, directing my gaze over the balustrade. The city sprawled below us, cathedral spires rising like shadows against the starscattered sky. Gas lamps traced the streets in threads of gold, their lightreflecting off the river in broken pieces. “Really look.”
Her breath was warm against my neck as she guided my hand to the paint.