Chapter 18

Farren's Point of View

Romano was at breakfast. The little scamp was at the grown-up table for the first time since I had gotten here. He clung to Benicio's side. A liferaft in a situation he had never been in before. Or maybe it was reversed. Benicio never tolerated Romano at the grown-up table. Had always made one of the maids feed him in the kitchen.

Kids weren't supposed to be heard or even seen in this house.

Thus, there was a reason for Benicio keeping Romano close this morning. Maybe he thought having the child here there wouldn't be any fighting. Which was a great move on his part. I firmly believed that no child should be exposed to squabbling between adults. They needed only a stable and loving home. Neither of which could be found in this house. But this was one thing I wouldn't cross the line with.

Romano's health and happiness came first.

"Good morning." I chirped. Sat down in the seat opposite the little rascal. His little eyes lit up when they saw me. A smile beamed