A Restless Legacy

The painting called to me, and honestly, I hated what it had to say.

It was nearly two-thirty in the morning. I stood in the nursery, glaring at the Gentileschi study on the easel. The light was harsh. I leaned in closer, my pregnant belly bumping the table, magnifying glass in hand.

“Kaelia,” Valen said from the doorway. He sounded absolutely wrecked. “Come to bed.”

“There’s something here. Somet