Chapter 92

“If Dante finds out that Mosely has lost another then…” he shrugged.

Alfie crossed his arms over his chest. “I still don’t see what the hell this has to do with Tristan. This chap Mosely would have nothing to gain by coming for the Earl of Chiltern.”

Gareth tilted his chin at Alfie. “He will think that the Earl of Chiltern has an awful lot to lose and it wouldn’t surprise me in the slightest if Mosely didn’t fancy making up the lost income from a spot of blackmail.”

“Bastard tries anything like that and…” Alfie said. Tristan place a hand on his sleeve, halting his tirade.

“Alfie, we just need some time for Samuel to recover. How long will it take?”

Alfie controlled himself with some difficulty. “It depends when he wakes. If there are no ill effects, a day or two.”

“What kind of ill effects?”

Alfie looked away.

“Alfie?”