Back at the villa, it was just after nine.
Titus Zane went straight upstairs with his shoulder bag and returned to his own room.
After a simple wash, he changed into home clothes, poured himself a glass of red wine, sat on the padded floor, lifted the blue cloth covering the easel, placed the wine glass on the floor beside him, and picked up a paintbrush to mix oil paints on the palette, outlining on the canvas.
Innately drawn to it, Titus Zane had loved painting since childhood, self-taught, already sketching complete still lifes with a pencil in kindergarten, and Logan Ray also had an affection for art, so they went abroad to study together.
Just as he began to paint, the image on the canvas was still in its embryonic form, unrecognizable, only the colors were as somber as Titus Zane's life at the moment.
