Chapter 65

She let herself be held for a moment then pushed him away. “You owe me,” she muttered.

“I do.” He squeezed her arm and slipped out of the room, ignoring Clara’s tirade that was now directed at him.

He made his way cautiously to the room where he normally saw Tristan, but when he got there Mosely grabbed him roughly by the arm.

“There you are, you little shit. Where the hell have you been? I’ve been looking for you. I have need of you.”

Sam’s heart was hammering. Mosely was as tall and as broad as him. He grabbed Sam’s arm and started dragging him to the room where he should be seeing Tristan.

He wrenched out of his grip. “I’ve got a client. You’ll have to wait.”

Mosely’s eyes burned. They were dark eyes that sometimes were hard to read, but tonight Sam had no trouble. The man wanted to hurt someone.