Niamh heard the voice in the hospital room and turned to Simon. “Tristan’s here. He must have something important to discuss. Let him in.”
She started to get up.
Simon held her wrist firmly. “You’re my wife. There’s nothing you can’t hear.”
Niamh wanted to correct him about their non-existent marriage, but she decided it wasn’t worth it.
Whatever he said.
“Let Uncle Tristan in,” Simon told the bodyguard outside.
“Let your woman leave. I need to speak with you alone.”
When Tristan entered, he saw Niamh and frowned deeply. His voice was curt.
Simon glanced at Tristan with indifference. “Niamh can hear anything, Uncle Tristan. It’s late. Just say what you need to say so we can all get some rest.”
Suppressing his frustration, Tristan said, “Why did you pull out of the Lexiton City min
