She couldn't remember when it was she'd first found Diamond Dagger appealing, but she did remember why. Just as Claudel had drawn Rodin to her she'd resisted him as much as a fly does a flame. He oozed sexuality and danger with ease, seeming to take it in like air. She'd wanted to draw every muscle, every line of him over and over again until she could capture his very essence. At the time she'd just been another art geek with an ever-present sketchpad in hand who preferred the school's studio to the cafeteria. She wasn't supposed to catch his eye.
But somehow, she had and oh how she regretted it.