It had been three days.Three long, restless days since the gallery incident. Siyara hadn't returned to her studio-at least, not with the intention of creating anything. She stared at blank canvases the way some people stared at graves. Her fingers itched to paint, but every time she picked up the brush, the memory of his eyes flared behind her eyelids.Aarav.And the way he had looked at her-concerned, confused, captivated. She hated it. Hated that her body remembered him. Hated that she still saw that ruined painting every time she blinked."Siyu?" Nikita's voice pierced her fog."Hm?""I said we need to go