Chapter 62

“Now, I only want you,” he whispered. It was the truth. The absolute truth. Then he remembered the miserable look in Tristan’s eyes when he came in. “Enough about me. When you came I could not help but note you appeared troubled,” he said.

Tristan pulled his hand away and fiddled with the sheet over his lap. “You are terribly observant.”

“I just think that I have come to know you well.” That was better. Sam shifted closer and stroked Tristan’s arm. “Do you want to tell me about it?”

Tristan shook his head and smiled sadly. “It’s…nothing. Did you really work somewhere called the Bucket of Blood?”

Sam smiled and accepted his avoidance of the subject. “Indeed I did. They had bare knuckle fights there, so it got messy on occasion.”

Tristan smiled back. “How do we get you out of here? Do you have somewhere to go if we do?”