Chapter 211

Cassidy's POV

By the time the last of the preparations were done for the day, my head was pounding.

I went to Cyprian’s room first, hoping to find him there, but it was empty. If he wasn’t here, I already knew where he would be.

I headed to his studio, and pushed the door open. The scent of turpentine and oil paint greeted me.

Cyprian stood by the window, a brush in hand, his shirt sleeves rolle