Chapter 82

“Well, what is he going to do?” Gareth’s eyebrows were almost in his hair.

“It sounds like they know he might return but they are ready for him.”

“Must be miserable just sitting and waiting for Mosely or Dante to descend.”

Sam was forced to agree, however the kettle boiled so he lifted it with a cloth and filled the pot.

“Could I send a reply through Iris?”

“I don’t see why not. If you pen something now I will take it with me.”

Sam nodded. “Come on. Tea and cake in the study whilst I write.”

Sam carried the tray and then poured.

“Answering your own door, writing your own letters, and making your own tea? Samuel, my man, you are failing dismally as a kept man.”

“Hush. Eat some cake.”