Chapter 11
Sam suffered the services of a valet and stood unmoving as he was helped into his coat. He was beginning to get used to seeing himself in the mirror looking every inch the gentleman. Here, he would probably pass as respectable, even taking into account the sickly pallor of his skin. If only his head would stop pounding, and his stomach would settle, he would probably enjoy an evening of playing the gentleman with Tristan by his side. But every movement made his head ache.
A knock came at the door and the valet left as Sam welcomed his visitors. Gareth and Alfie came in, both looking startlingly handsome. Gareth looked, as always, fabulously dandyish in his borrowed clothes. Starched shirt points stood high, but not too high that he couldn’t move. Wearing evening black, he look
