Chapter 18
Tristan was still shaking several hours later when he sat with Alfie in the study of his town house. Gareth had taken Sam back to his rooms whilst they sorted out the mess.
“So what will happen now?” he asked.
Alfie passed him a glass of brandy and sat in the chair opposite. He stroked his chin and then tapped his thumb against his mouth before speaking. “I have spoken with the Prince Regent, and, with his permission, Wallingford’s family.”
Tristan started and stared. “The Prince Regent?”
“My dear boy, whatever Wallingford may or may not have been, he was a peer of the realm. A Marquess. Higher ranking than even you.”
Tristan ran his hand down his face. “And I shot him,” he said dully. “Do go on.”
Alfie was quiet for a moment, but then continued. “I explained that there h
