My heart capsizes from Donnelly’s talent. I knew he could design tattoos and sketch faces, but this is something different entirely. He’s drawing a story. “Lucky for her,” Donnelly tells me, “she has the Shadow King by her side.” “And no one can touch him,” I say. “Because he slips right through their fingers if they try.” I narrow my eyes at the page. “What if they’re not a couple? They’re actually on warring kingdoms, feuding with each other for centuries.”
