Chapter 89

The door opened and Gareth came in. “Good evening, my lord,” he said with a slight bow.

Tristan stood up and cleared his throat. “Good evening.”

Gareth stared at him for a moment, considering, and then crossed the room to stand before him. His movements were sinuous, but his eyes were speculative. “How might I serve you this evening?”

Tristan recognised the words. Samuel had said them to him the first time that he had visited. It hurt to think that was simply what they all said.

“I would like to know where Samuel is.” He let the words sit between them.

“He is safe.”

Well, that was something. “Where?”

“I am sure that if he wished you to know he would have sent word. If he has not, I can only assume he would prefer not to see you.”

Tristan closed his eyes for a moment and then pinched the bridge of his nose. “So you do know where he is?”

“I do.”

“I need to speak to him.”