FreeNovelChapter 418: They worked in unison, the hours slipping away until nightfall crept in.
In the end, they had made solid progress. Allison watched as Amya climbed into her car and drove away. Only then did she return to her residence.
The second she stepped through the door, exhaustion crashed over her like a wave. She headed straight for the bathroom, letting the hot water cascade over her weary body, washing away the grand tension of the day. As the steam curled around her, the mirror reflected a hazy silhouette - her own form blurred by the heat. She glanced down, spotting the faint hickey near her collarbone.
"Well... guess he got carried away," she muttered, a wry smile tugging at her lips as she tossed the towel aside. She collapsed onto her bed, burying her face in the soft pillows.
Only a single incandescent lamp was lit in the room, its gentle glow adding to the tranquility of the night. As sleep pulled her under, Allison felt herself falling, deeper and deeper...
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtUntil she was standing once more on the jagged cliffs of the Burned Islands. Waves battered the rocks, and the wind was sharp and biting.
Darkness stretched before her, broken only by the eerie silhouette of a distant, isolated island. Then she heard it. Footsteps from behind.
Tap... Tap... Tap...
They were slow, dragging, and filled with an unsettling stiffness.
Allison spun around, her heart pounding in her chest, only to see half a figure emerging from the shadows.
"Who... Who's there?" Her voice trembled, swallowed by the howling wind.
The figure paused before continuing its approach, step by step, toward her.
Moonlight pierced through the clouds, revealing a ghastly sight - the figure that had been hiding in the shadows finally revealed its face. It had no eyes, no ears, only blood. Endless streams of blood poured from gaping wounds where its face should have been.
"It's you... Sir." Allison gasped, recognition stabbing through her like a knife.
Her eyes snapped open. She was back in her bed, drenched in cold sweat, the weight of regret crushing her chest.
If only she'd arrived sooner. If only... her mentor might still be alive.
The bedside phone buzzed relentlessly.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmGroaning, she reached for it and pressed it to her ear.
"Allison," Keanu's voice was frantic on the other end. "Are you free right now? It's been raining nonstop, and my attic's leaking. One of my most precious paintings got soaked! I hired someone to restore it, but they only made it worse - ruined the whole thing!" His frustration bled through the phone.
Just the thought of the wreckedpainting made him bol with anger.
"I know I shouldn't bother you, but you're my only hope You're brillant at this stuff da ex at this stuff. Can you help me?"
Allison sighed, rubbing her temple.
o.m "Keanu, you know painting restoration is more than just artistic skill. You need a keen eye for details.
I need to see it in person to know if I can fix it."
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