Chapter One Hundred-Three

“If you ever dare to do that again, I will kill you before those kidnappers do,” Roth sat on his other side, saying furiously.

“And I will help him do that,” Eleanor said just as furiously, holding up a warning finger. Tristan tried to look scared, “No, no, I was just saying how happy I am to see both of my best friends get along.”

Eleanor folded back her finger and Roth sunk back into his place, with a grin, “Just wait till you hear what a little rascal your sophisticated little Miss Eleanor Psychology is.”

Tristan watched both of them with a peaceful smile, listening to Roth tell him Eleanor’s lock-picking and Eleanor telling him about how Roth had been scared of getting caught.

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Roth had taken the doctor’s advice for Tristan’s bed-rest pretty seriously, so now everything from his meal to tissue papers were delivered to him on bed. Tristan had rolled his eyes the last time his nurse had handed him the tissue paper from his nightstand when he had as much as made a face l