Chapter 232-3

I could see it. Feel it. And then it was gone. Closing his eyes for a moment, he inhaled and when he looked at me again the connection was severed and replaced with a firm resolution that plunged shards of hatred right into my heart. My lips curled back from my teeth, my tongue found the point of one incisor and I snatched my hand back, balling it into a tight fist by my side. "So be it," I said. "If you won't help me, then I won't help you. Enjoy the rest of your time in there, Michael." He placed both hands on the barrier, as if clutching at invisible cell bars. The thunder was coming; I could see it in his heavy set blonde brow, black irises enlarging until there was barely any blue left. The storm broke and if it wasn't for the fact I knew he could not touch me from inside the painting, I might have cowered before him. But he couldn't reach me and I did not cower. Would not. "Do you think your powers so great now, child, that you can win this war on your own?" he said. The grass on