Divided Chapter 44“Loki, we rarely sit in the library save for important company because the fireplace there gives out not enough warmth for the room. I told you I would hang it in our bedroom if you did not wish it to hang upon our walls downstairs. I refuse to relegate it to a room where it is rarely seen.”
Eidra glared at the two assistants who stood on stepladders, the old painting of her husband in his youth suspended above the floor in their hands.
Loki stood there, cupping one elbow, a hand to his mouth, Syngen beside him, arms folded, face scarlet.
Colin could barely contain his laughter. Syngen looked ready to strangle Eidra.
“It is not that I dislike the new paintings, I simply cannot bear to part with...,” she walked over to the assistants, running a finger along the edge of the old frame, “...such an old friend. Your face has been a comfort to me on evenings when you are absent.”
“But, my love....'twas hanging there when first we came to the manor,