"No need to give him food," Nina told her butler quite strictly, "I'm sure he is strong enough to survive."
"But ma'am. He might die!" he tried to convince Nina. She was paying him handsomely, but his heart was going out to the kid.
He was too small and too innocent.
"Don't worry!" Nina smirked, "he is my son, and I have to make sure that I raise him right."
They were interrupted by the maid, "Ma'am. There is someone who wants to see you."
Nina gritted her teeth. Why couldn't her staff learn to ask the name of the guest?
***
Nina stepped into the drawing room and went still, "You?"
Gabriel got up from the sofa when saw her coming inside.
"Yeah," he tried to smile but it faltered, "now we share something in common, Nina."
Nina frowned, not understanding what he meant. He walked to the painting where a horse was lying on a grassy land.
