Bonus Chapter 3

Kate was standing outside, on the doorsteps until he bid her welcome and she took a few careful strides inside, walking passed the door that had been pushed invitingly open. He could see that glow in her eyes again but she quickly looked away, to the picture painting hanging on the wall and she stood, fixed in reverie.

She walked a bit closer to the piece of art. It was a messy picture, gruesome and dully portrayed by the artist. The colors were a horrible display and it seemed only a piece depicting the deepest and saddest of emotions. But with a little more patience and a whole form of the broad disk of the evening sun would appear from the canvas and hold any keen observer in quiet contemplation.

He came behind her, matching his eyes with hers onto the art and she became aware of his presence immediately. She was also aware of the creaking of wood journeying from the kitchen ceiling and the fresh smell of furniture and the faint bathroom lights sketching each droplet