"I may not have objected, but I didn't agree, either! She's busy right now. She has guests over and needs to entertain them!" Terrence Grant raised an eyebrow, his words leaving Hughes speechless. 'He so obviously wants to see her, yet he insists on saying the exact opposite!'
Seraphina Sterling frowned. The more she listened, the weirder this all felt. "Since you didn't ask to see me, I'll be heading back now!"
The moment she turned, Terrence Grant grabbed her wrist. His furious voice seemed to be forced through gritted teeth. "Seraphina Sterling—"
As soon as Hughes saw this, he shot a look at the three miserable-looking sparring partners from before. The four of them quickly scurried away, leaving only Terrence Grant and Seraphina Sterling in the room.
The corner of Seraphina Sterling's eye twitched. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Don't you have anything to say to me?" Terrence Grant was suppressing a ball of fury, a rage so hot he felt he might be consumed by it.
