Chapter 20 Twenty
ZINNIA'S POV
The words hung in the dusty air of the study, solid as the painting itself.
The wolf is always mine.
My brain, slow and stupid with shock, churned the meaning. The wolf in the painting was him. He had known my great grandmother. He had sat for a portrait with her in 1890. He had ...
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Chapters
1. Chapter 1 One
2. Chapter 2 Two
3. Chapter 3 Three
4. Chapter 4 Four
5. Chapter 5 Five
6. Chapter 6 Six
7. Chapter 7 Seven
8. Chapter 8 Eight
9. Chapter 9 Nine
10. Chapter 10 Ten
11. Chapter 11 Eleven
12. Chapter 12 Twelve
13. Chapter 13 Thirteen
14. Chapter 14 Fourteen
15. Chapter 15 Fifteen
16. Chapter 16 Sixteen
17. Chapter 17 Seventeen
18. Chapter 18 Eighteen
19. Chapter 19 Nineteen
20. Chapter 20 Twenty
21. Chapter 21 Twenty one
22. Chapter 22 Twenty two
23. Chapter 23 Twenty three
24. Chapter 24 Twenty four
25. Chapter 25 Twenty Five
26. Chapter 26 Twenty six
27. Chapter 27 Twenty seven
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