“Then we should leave,” Harry said. “Sam, you can leave with us if you need to, can’t he, Charlie?”
Captain Farrington nodded.
“There is no need,” Tristan said, moving closer to Sam. “Dante is dead. So is Mosely.”
The words dropped into a little pool of silence, leaving Tristan feel quietly pleased that there was no need for Sam to disappear with his handsome friends.
“Dead? What the hell…” Harry was agape.
Tristan opened his mouth to reply, but Alfie stepped in. “There was an…unfortunate accident.”
Harry looked staggered for a moment, but then turned to Farrington with a smile that was growing wider by the second, and something of Farrington’s stern facade crumbled and he looked at Harry with such love and relief.