Seth Quinn held the pose for another moment before finally letting her go to answer the phone.
The call was short. Before Clara Grant had even finished straightening her clothes, he was back. He shot her an expressionless glance. He had intended to leave immediately, but instead, he said coldly, "Don't go anywhere. Wait for me to get back."
Clara Grant froze. 'He's going out?'
In the moment she was dazed, Seth Quinn had already reached the door. Clara Grant called out anxiously to his retreating back, "Where are you going?"
Seth Quinn paused but didn't answer. Without turning back, he added, "You'd better stay put right here and wait for me. Otherwise, I can't guarantee what I'll do."
His voice was quiet, but it was dripping with menace.
Without waiting for Clara Grant to react, he opened the door and left.
The door SLAMMED shut behind him.
Clara Grant stared at the door for a long time before she slowly turned and walked into the living room, sinking limply onto the sofa.
