Chapter 127

Farrington went on. “I was trained to do it, but it never failed to make me feel ill. I can only imagine how you are feeling right now.”

Tristan smiled sadly. “In fairness, I have been so caught up with trying to figure out how to persuade Sam not to leave I have given it little thought.” He looked at the man opposite him. “Does that make me a dreadful person?”

Farrington smiled. He really was a very good looking man. “Not at all. When Mosely went for Harry I shot him, but only in the arm. I wished I had shot him dead. If I had, you and Sam might have been spared some of this.”

Both men were silent for a moment, each locked in their own thoughts.

Tristan was the first to speak. “Funny, what a man will do for those he loves.”

Farrington nodded. “Do you love him?”