“Who is Mosely?” he asked.
He felt Sam sigh. “Mosely is in charge when Dante is not here, and that is most of the time. He is a complete bastard.” Samuel’s arms tightened around him fractionally. “My cousin, Harry, escaped a few months ago. Mosely went after him, but came back with his tail between his legs and his arm in a sling. He’s had it in for me ever since.” Sam shook his head. “I am afraid he is simply biding his time before he goes after Harry again.”
Tristan frowned. “Where is your cousin?”
“He was headed for Scarborough but I don’t know if he made it. Mosely isn’t saying anything.”
Tristan frowned. “That must be a worry.”
Sam nodded.
“Will you stay here with me tonight?”
“Here?” Sam said, looking around. “In your home?”
“In my home.” Tristan nodded. “Tomorrow I will show you the rooms I have secured for you only a few moments from here. You should be comfortable there.”
“Rooms as in more than one room?”
Tristan laughed. “Yes. You will have several rooms.”