His Cold Heart, Her Hidden Fire

Previously

…A small, almost imperceptible smile touched Logan’s lips. He had seen Chloe Smith’s carefully constructed facade, the polished perfection that kept everyone at bay. He had felt the icy sting of her disdain. But here, in the dusty quiet of her secret studio, bathed in the glow of her solitary lamp, he was witnessing something far more profound. He was seeing the fire beneath the frost, the hidden depths that lay beneath the surface. He was seeing Chloe, the artist, and for the first time, the cold, hard walls around his own heart began to show hairline fractures. He stayed, a silent sentinel, letting the charcoal dust settle around them, a silent witness to the unfolding truth of Cee’s Art.