Tristan rushed into the unlocked room in Dante’s with Alfie and Gareth at his back. They all skidded to a halt at the sight that greeted them. Mosely was seemingly unconscious in the grate, and Sam was strung from the roof by a chain and cuffs. Wallingford appeared to be attempting to shackle his legs and Sam was fighting him with all he had.
Sam stared, eyes wide, and Dante took one look at them and laughed.
“How incredibly predictable you are, my dears.” He dropped the bar and chains in his hands to the floor and dusted his hands together. “For someone you say you tricked into helping you escape, he seems dreadfully attached to you, my love,” he said to Sam. “I think you need to tell him that it was all just a ruse before he gets hurt, and we can get back to our play.” He looked at Tri
