His eyes fluttered open, there was another strange presence in the room.Though he couldn't sense any ill intent but he was sure this uninvited visitor was dangerous.
Asher stood from the bed fluidly, he was wearing a spring faux silk satin sleeping robe which was opened at the front , revealing his lean waist and well toned stomach.
"I don't remember inviting you " He said, his voice tensed and grim as he watched the woman admiring the painting on the wall.
A lazy smile played itself on her lips, she shot him a sideways glance " I like making an epic entrance " came her reply, then her attention switched back to the painting.
It was a portrait of two figures from the old Testament, known as The Jewish bride . A masterpiece of the golden age : Rembrandt's Jewish bride.
"Do you know? " She started, eyes fixed on the picture "Painters reveal part of their soul in their - "
"What do you want " Asher cut in harshly "Cause I'm sure you didn't come here to admire a work of art "
