**Zion—Judah Earl**
The first time she had seen him paint was during the Art Contest at Vaskor. But even then, Ember had been far more engrossed in polishing her lacking skills than on Khaos who started his work an hour to the finishing time.
But watching him paint she realized it was a divine privilege. His fingers swept over the life sized canvass like sin disguised as grace.
Yet something about the lazy strokes made it evident that his brush did not need the canvas.
It needed her.
He looked at her far more than he looked at whatever he was creating behind that frame. In fact, she could not recall a single artist who painted by memory in real time.
Khaos's eyes would linger on her for the longest unbroken and all consuming time—and only when his wrist had already begun moving against the canvas would he finally flick his gaze away for a split second, as though his brush was merely catching up to what he had already taken from her with his eyes.
