“You’re sure you can take care of her?” Kent asked. “And by that, I mean be polite to her?”
Trystan and Kent stared at each other a long moment. “I will treat her as well as she treats me. If she acts polite, I shall be polite.”
Kent’s shoulders sagged. “Just don’t kill each other, that’s all I’m asking.”
Trystan shot him a devil-may-care grin. “I promise we’ll both survive the night. We’ll see you back down here at midday.” Trystan nodded to Kent as he firmly grasped Bridget’s arm and dragged her upstairs.
She was pushed unceremoniously into an empty room with two small beds. Without a word, Trystan removed his coat and dropped it over a chair, then rolled up his sleeves. He grabbed the end of his bed by its wooden headboard and hauled it across the room until it blocked the door from
