Anastasia cocked her head with a frown. "What happened to the paintings?" She felt that strange foreboding again.
Ileus sat down beside her and helped her to prop her on the pillows. She was looking pale and so fragile that his heart ached. He said, "After you had fainted, I had teleported them to Iona's room. They were supposed to be stashed in a corner, but they lined a wall. The maids are now afraid of going in the room because they hear strange hissing sounds emitting from the paintings. Mother has cast spells around the room for the moment and no one is allowed to enter."
