Chapter 13 A Rebellion Hidden In Colours

• Luna's pov
• The morning light filtered through the wide, arched windows of the studio Dante had prepared for me. The room was breathtaking—a high-ceilinged space with white walls, the floors were polished wood, and the scent of fresh paint clung to the air. Shelves lined the walls, filled with expensive supplies—more brushes, paints, and canvas than I have ever seen. And a massive easel stood at the center, waiting for me.
• It was everything an artist could dream of.