Trapped by Moone Ruby

Author:Moone, Ruby [Moone, Ruby]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: JMS Books LLC
Published: 2017-03-10T16:00:00+00:00

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 looked sharp and elegant. Gareth’s hair had been drawn back into a queue and he looked quite the exotic gentleman. Alfie looked sombre, but there was something a little dangerous about him. Sam couldn’t help but note that the two of them exchanged glances frequently. He was about to speak when the adjoining door opened, Tristan walked in, and Sam’s breath left his body. Just like the others he was dressed soberly, but with such elegance. His cravat was simple but perfect. A sapphire blue pin nestled in the folds. His waistcoat was shades of silver and grey and as he slid his watch into his pocket he smiled politely at the room.

“Gentlemen. Should we dine?”

“At last. I am starving.” Gareth adjusted his borrowed waistcoat of green and gold and set his shoulders back. Sam watched as Alfie rolled his eyes and Tristan smiled. Tristan seemed to be avoiding looking at him.

“I’m not terribly hungry. I still feel a little out of sorts,” Sam admitted. It was the truth. He felt like death. His head ached. Even his eyeballs hurt.

Alfie crossed over the room to stand before him. He reached out and lifted first one eyelid, then the other. “You look fine. Avoid too much wine and eat lightly. Another good night’s sleep should help.”

“Thank you, doctor,” Sam said with a smile. Alfie raised an eyebrow.

They left the room and made their way along the corridor. As they did so, Tristan fell into step beside Sam.

“You do look rather pale. If you’d rather stay in your room I can arrange for a tray to be brought to you.”

Sam looked down at him. He looked so somber. “I will be fine,” he said, and slid his hand around Tristan’s to squeeze it briefly without looking at him. “Thank you. I don’t deserve it.” Sam held his breath and waited, but Tristan didn’t speak so he let go of his hand.

“I appreciate everything that you have done,” he added, trying again.

Tristan looked up at him, and Sam met his unreadable gaze. “Would you ever have told me yourself?”

Sam thought about that for a moment and then smiled a little sadly. “On our fiftieth anniversary when you would be too old to leave me.

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