Chapter 8 Tastes

He offered her his arm to which she accepted. They walked out of the bedroom, into a wide corridor. He wore a casual white dress shirt, biceps restraining against the long sleeves, and the black double buttons adding a touch of color. Paired with faded denim jeans and a pair of oak colored chukka boots, his attire matched hers and they looked like a couple going out on a date.

Life-sized paintings adorned the walls, it was mostly of nature and her head turned from left to right and back again as she stared at them. By the middle, one particular painting drew her attention, the violence depicted in it different a striking contrast to the rest.

She found herself drawn to the image of a black wolf with bloodred eyes and a bloodied snout, with a couple of bleeding wolves in the background. He noticed her staring at the painting longer than the others and stopped to let her