Tristan sat in the bedroom at Dante’s in the same chair as he had waited for Samuel many times. He adjusted his cravat and shifted uneasily. It had taken a lot of thinking to get him into Dante’s, days in fact, and he was far from certain that this was the right thing to do. The only thing that he knew he needed was to speak to Samuel. Speak to him when they had both had chance to calm down. Well, he was probably the one that needed to calm down. Hard on the heels of that thought was the possibility that Samuel had forgotten him and moved onto something or someone new.
The door opened and Gareth came in. “Good evening, my lord,” he said with a slight bow.
Tristan stood up and cleared his throat. “Good evening.”
Gareth stared at him for a moment, considering, and then crossed the room to
