Lila’s POV
Skank.
My drawing of Enzo had the word “skank” written in black paint. The entire painting was completely ruined.
But this was nothing compared to all the art that Cassidy-Ann and her artists worked so hard to create. Her entire gallery was completely destroyed. It would take months to get everything back the way it was.
My heart ached for her.
Cassidy-Ann was crying in the background as she spoke to the police officers and Enzo stood behind me as I stared at the painting.
He was oddly comforting considering he wanted nothing to do with me and everything to do with Connie. But I allowed him to stay nearby because, for some odd reason, he still brought my wolf immense comfort.
“Who would do such a thing?” Val asked in a choked-up voice. “You worked so hard on this pai
