The afternoon drifted into evening. Wolcott brought me my dinner, but I toyed with the roast lamb and watched my friend.
He began talking in his sleep, and no one needed to hear this. I set aside my tray and went to the door and locked it, then returned to Thomas’s side and sank down in the chair.
Apparently he’d forgotten about assuring Cutter he had eyes only for him. He rambled on about the courageous young man, about his blue eyes and sun-streaked hair.
My stomach turned over, and for a second I thought I was about to lose what little dinner I had managed to eat. It seemed Thomas had lusted after that Sayer person, even determining to go so far as to lure the boy into his bed and away from the man who was Sayer’s lover.
What did this Sayer have that drove Thomas to forget he had a
