Chapter Thirty Nine

Galene needed a moment to think. Spending so much time with her siren sister was making her crazy. As a loner who usually avoided intimacy, Galene needed an escape. They'd even shared the bed in the tiny apartment, and between Miro's fussing and Harper's sulky attitude, Galene had chosen to sneak away in the early morning hours.

She'd headed to the only place she found sanctuary—her studio. The now-empty space highlighted her hard work throughout her time in college. All of her paintings were now hanging in a gallery, and all that remained in the college studio was an unfinished canvas depicting a desolate sea bed.

The scene was the first canvas she'd ever painted for her professors, and it had received criticisms—a lukewarm response compared to her later abstract works. Standing in front of the painting, Galene knew now why she'd painted the stark yet lonely scene. The ocean floor must've been a memory that held significance, and the way it stretched into desolate darkness indicate