Chapter 13
Sam’s appetite appeared to be returning. Tristan watched as he wolfed down a pile of sausage and eggs. His colour was better, and his eyes had regained that incorrigible sparkle that had been missing. Tristan wondered if any of this was down to their activities during the early morning. He usually took a passive role in their encounters, but this morning had been remarkably satisfying. Taking control of their loving, and hopefully being able to take control of their lives was perhaps what he needed to do. He glanced around the room and was relieved that breakfast appeared to be a quiet, informal affair with people drifting in and out, and after a little while they found themselves alone for a moment.
“Are you familiar with the Marquess of Wallingford?” Tristan asked.
Sam frow
