Pain flared in Jocelynn's knees when her legs crumpled beneath her, but compared to the ache in her heart, she hardly noticed the impact on the cold, stone floor.
She'd known. Ever since the night Ashlynn returned from the dead to rescue her in the middle of her wedding, Jocelynn had known exactly what had happened to her sister after Ashlynn had married Owain Lothian.
Now, she found herself face to face with the sight of her sister in the aftermath of Owain's fury.
Jocelynn's eyes flinched away from the center of the painting because it was too painful to look at directly. Instead, her eyes slid around the edges of the painting, taking in the raindrops splashing on the cobblestones of an ancient roadway, the darkness between the dimly lit trees, and the way the angle of everything made it clear that the painter's view of her sister had come from slightly above.
Eventually, however, Jocelynn forced herself to see her sister and the aftermath of her own treachery.
