James’ roar was like cracking thunder, making Rowena’s ears ring and leaving her in a daze.
All she could do was sob, not knowing how else to respond.
After a while, she finally calmed down enough to say something, her face a look of despair. “I don’t know… I really don’t... I-I think Trent took the painting to the Capital as a gift for someone.”
Slice!
James picked up the switchblade from the bed and swung it at Rowena’s hand, splattering blood everywhere.
Rowena opened her mouth in agony,