Chapter Seven
"You're really good." Ian sat on a wooden crate in Paige's studio, watching as she painted.
Midday light spilled in, bathing the room with a thousand tiny rainbows. He smiled at the sage wizard on the windowsill across the room. Paige was still a dreamer he mused, though she believed that part of her was dead. Someday soon, she would discover it wasn't gone, just hidden. Her dreams were still within her, alive and well.
He focused back on her painting. The picture taking shape on her easel was a dream scene—the meadow of daisies. In the painting, he and Paige stood in the middle of the green grassy field. Her ivory veil-like nightgown was molded to the front of her body as a light breeze caused it to flutter behind her. White puffy clouds graced the light-blue sky. They st
