Chapter 117

Cyprian's POV

The brush slipped in my hand for the third time, dragging an ugly smear of paint across the canvas. I cursed under my breath and dropped it, the sound of wood against the floor too soft for the weight pressing on my chest.

I tried to steady myself, focus, but my hand kept shaking. The image in my head, her face, her voice, the way things had shattered between us.

With a growl, I dra