Sebastian headed for the kitchens and found Coulson and Blackstone clearing the dishes. When he stepped through the door they both stopped and stared at him. He realised over dinner that he needed to say more to them. Needed to offer reassurance. They were both looking at him. Waiting.
He cleared his throat. “Sorry to intrude…again…I meant to say that you can, of course, rely on me not to breathe a word to Hawkins.” He nodded, more to himself. “Not a word.” He left them without waiting for them to comment. He didn’t want their thanks. Just that they be allowed to live their lives in peace.
He made his way to his bed chamber. It was far too early to sleep, and, in any case, he was too tense. What he needed was a damned good ride. And not one that involved a horse. He removed his coat and
