All of a sudden, her eyes widened in shock, wondering how the hell she knew about all these things—even Zahir’s expression was no different.
He knew that women were obsessed with knowledge about pampering their skin, but the way Arabella suggested it to him, it looked like she had great knowledge about this remedy.
Arabella quickly flew from there to avoid any questions, and to be honest, she was disturbed by her knowledge.
*
[Tiara: My right shoulder is dislocated. I can’t do a thing now. If I use magic, then I will get caught.
[Unknown Number: You’re a useless piece of sh*t. Anyways, we are going to attack the pack to get our hands on that bitch.
Tiara: Don’t be so quick to judge me. There is someone who is from the pack and will help your people.
[Unknown Number: Who is that?]
Before Tiara would have replied to that message, she got another message. [Unknown Number: Got that person’s message.]
*
Arabella took a deep breath and closed her eyes, recalling the faces of those monsters. It was definitely not a pleasant memory that she wanted to think about, but at the same time, she was stronger than this. Crying wasn’t an option.
She had to kick the asses of those bastards who did wrong to her. And also find out who she was.
After wiping the lone tear that escaped her eyes, her hand started moving on its own. She kept herself calm and composed, not acting surprised while watching herself paint.
She didn’t use a brush or knife to paint, instead using both her hands and letting her mind take the lead.
After an hour, she was done painting all the images that were in her mind. Her hand ached badly, but at the same time, she sighed in relief that, in the end, she finished what she had started.
A lot of questions were going through her mind once she was done painting.
How did Wylder know that she could paint? Or was it just a coincidence?
What was the paint doing on his desk?
She reminded him of someone from her past. Who?
Did she too paint?
She kept staring at all the paintings that she had recently painted for a while until something struck her mind, and she looked around to find the room decorated with a lot of paintings. Her heart thudded as she grabbed one of the paintings, walking towards the paintings that were hanging on the wall. She kept looking between the two paintings from time to time.
Those which were hung on the wall had an amazing finish and were perfect in every way. It was clear whoever painted them took hours or days to finish them, unlike the one she was holding in her hand. But there was one thing common between both the paintings.
There was a star at the bottom of the paintings.
‘Why did I draw a star in this painting?’ She asked herself. She ran toward the window where she was standing before and grabbed the eraser, she erased those stars from all the paintings that she ended up drawing with the pencil once she was done.
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#TBC