Chapter 96

“Almost there.”

Thank God. Sam nudged Tristan, who muttered and attempted to roll over. He shook his shoulder, making him start. Gareth let out a loud snore and startled himself awake. All four men stretched as much as possible in the confined conditions, but Sam, who stood a good few inches taller than them all spread out the most.

“Tell me again who our host is?” Tristan asked as he adjusted his clothing and smoothed his hair.

Alfie pulled his gaze from the window. “Lord Overdale. You must know him. Bit of a philanthropist. Does a lot of work with children, foundlings and the like. Raises a lot of money for good causes. I’m fairly sure he has spoken in the house about it.”

“I seem to recall the name. I am sure I will know him when I see him. Anyone else I am likely to know?”

“I wouldn’t know.”

The house came into view. It was large, opulent, and nestled into the hillside. Surrounded by leafless trees, it basked in the late afternoon sun with rays bouncing off the windows.