“He’s calling for you,” Alfie said.
Tristan was off the bed in Alfie’s guest room before he was fully awake. He staggered a bit but grabbed the bedpost. “Is he awake?”
“Not really, but he is getting himself agitated and that can’t be good.” Like him, Alfie was still dressed, but his hair was messed and his cravat wilted. “Though I confess I will feel happier about him when he wakes up.”
Tristan rubbed his eyes and followed. Samuel was in the guest room and they were taking turns at watching over him. He had wanted to stay the whole time, but had finally allowed Alfie and Gareth to share the burden on the proviso that they called him if Samuel so much as moved. He hurried down the dark corridor, and on hearing Samuel call his name in a state of high agitation he broke into a run. His sto
