Chapter 35 THE BOY IN THE PAINTING

GALLAHAN’S POV

“Can we go now?” I asked impatiently as I paced around the pavilion.

“Hush, child,” Zuleika replied, stirring her fifth cup of tea.

“Alright, tea addict,” I jabbed sarcastically.

“Shut up. Let the letter we sent to the Alfieros marinate first. We can’t just barge in to attend their As...

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