THE LONG MEETING XIV

Anthony dropped the painting on the ground harshly, right at the same spot that the previous one had been before it disintegrated.

“Here is the painting.” He said, before strolling back to his former position on the podium, his eyes blazing with anger.

As time went on, he felt as if his anger to happiness ratio kept increasing, with the happiness going lower and lower with every ticking second. This was the most unexpected day of his life.

Freya looked at the painting gingerly, studying its edges and curves. The painting was beautiful. Too bad it had been an object of spying. She could bet her ass that there was a spy demon in this one, because Melvina had stated that some months after the painting had been collected, that the pack had been divided.

She looked at her mother, Sheila, who nodded before stepping forward to recant the spell over the painting.

When Sheila was done creating the ball whose forces caused the painting to stand in the middle just like the previous one, she t