Her heart was pounding rather loudly in her ears and she wasn’t sure why, walking over to sit next to him with her ever present smile. “A friend gave it to me when I was out one day..he’s um..a demon but he’s really kind,” she tried explaining, nibbling on her bottom lip nervously in case he immediately jumped at the word to think the man a villain.
“He..He told me Da Vinci had painted him in his female form..being a demon and all..he’s genderless. I told him you loved paintings and had it lying around..so..he gave it to me to give to you..”
Jack’s smile instantly faded. Some of the color drained from his face as he turned to look at Katelynn, still holding the painting. “A d-demon?” That would definitely explain how this person would have gotten hold of a painting that would probably be worth a fortune, if it were known who had painted it. But having it in his possession now made him nervous.
And now the happiness was beginning to drain from her as well and knowing why her heart had been pounding so strongly within her rib cage. “H-He isn’t bad love, I-I swear..” she tried soothing him, placing a hand on his arm and now afraid to tell him the third gift. But the condo couldn’t just sit there if he was nice enough to give it to them.
Her touch on his arm made him feel a little better, but not much. “H-how do you know that, Katelynn? How long have you known him?” He didn’t want to come right out and say, You’ve been wrong about people before, but he was definitely thinking it.
Jack Maple 