Sam opened his eyes and swallowed. A single tear tracked down his cheek almost breaking Tristan, but he needed to get Wallingford, Dante, or whatever the hell his name was out of the way first
“Well, I might be able to think of a way for you to keep him, but he will come at a cost.”
Tristan shook his head. “A cost?”
Dante’s smile was unpleasant. “It is fortunate that you recently inherited the title. You are going to need the money that it brings with it.”
“I don’t understand.”
Alfie came and stood beside Tristan. “I suspect he is talking about blackmail.”
Tristan sucked in a breath and looked at Dante, who was smiling.
“Your cousin is an intelligent man, and also a wealthy man, so between the two of you, you will make me an even wealthier man.”
Tristan’s heart was pounding.
“We will agree on a sum from each of you that will guarantee my silence about your…nasty proclivities that would ruin you both and all your family were they known.”
“What?”