Elara moved her gaze away from the canvas and looked around.
There were several other paintings around. Most of them were hard to understand, and she couldn't tell what they were supposed to be. As her eyes scanned the room, she spotted several canvases with unfinished sketches.
The corner of her lips twitched again.
Those paintings were also hers. One sketch was unfinished. One was painted over. Some were crumpled, while the last one only had half a face.
One painting could be a coincidence. She knew that. But ten paintings could not.
Her heart started beating fast again, but the sudden clicking sound of a door closing made her come back to her senses. She quickly moved out of the lounge and walked up to the desk in the main office, her eyes moving around the files on it absentmindedly while pretending to be calmly looking through them.
At least, anything that wouldn't make him guess she had walked into that lounge.
