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,