“Excuse me, sir you left this,” the staff member said with respectful composure. “Thank you.” 

His fingers closed tightly around the pillbox before he slipped it into his pocket. “You’re welcome, sir.” The staff member turned and departed. 

Anthony cast her a sharp, assessing glance. Without warning, he seized her hand, his grip brutal and unyielding. 

“So what?” he demanded. “You think I should resort to force, just so she’ll run straight into Calvin’s arms?” His voice fractured with restrained fury. “Use your empty brain for once.” 

“Let go, you're hurting me!” Guinevere struggled against him, panic surging through her as she fought to pull free. “You deranged lunatic have...