Chapter 72

Tristan was talking about hiring a cook, a valet, and a parlour maid, which galvanised Sam. He shook his head. “You will do no such thing. I couldn’t bear it. I can cook fine and I can dress myself and tidy. Tristan, this is too much. I was expecting a room, singular; room. Somewhere that I could hide from Dante and Mosely until I decide what to do, a place where we could perhaps spend a little time alone. This is…magnificent…it’s too much beyond me. I…”

“Don’t say that,” Tristan said, coming to stand alongside him. “We can be alone here, it means that we will have somewhere to meet safely, to spend time together. I won’t have to worry about you anymore.”

Sam looked down at him. He was beautiful through and through and in that moment Sam was certain he did not deserve him. He didn’t deserve such unrestrained kindness and generosity.

Tristan smiled, and Sam recognised the glint in his eye. Well, at least there was one thing that he knew he could give in return.