Chapter 4
The devoted butler stood waiting, his eyes trained upon a painting that hung over the fireplace that served as the doorway to another world. When he saw a glittering mist exude from it, he straightened himself and stood at attention until the faint glow formed and took on substance.
“I am sorry to have disturbed you,” the butler whispered, “however, I am afraid something very odd has happened.”
“It’s all right, Thorn. I know it must be important since you’re not a man easily…”
While Franz was speaking, Thorn moved from his Master’s line of vision and watched his reaction.
Franz gasped when he saw what seemed to him a living fantasy—a woman right out of his dreams lying still as death on his couch. Her pale skin gave her an ethereal glow, and her long, glossy, curling lashes
