Rochester sighed simply, watching the man leave. His faint silhouette staggered a fall every once or twice as he ran off into the dark void.
Rochester had sparsely turned towards the door when he heard a feminine screech; I SAID LEAVE!
That wasn't Samantha.
Rochester weaved himself into the Rum house feeling a tug at his heartstrings over who that other woman may possibly be.
•••
"And that was because I came to find you," said Samantha.
"You were supposed to lead him off my trail," her companion said. "Not bloody steal my man!"
"Aargh!" Samantha cried, holding her cheeks. "You slapped me?" her eyes shone with disbelief.
"Yes, Samantha," the woman who smacked her, laughed. "Now that is the scar of your betrayal I would want you to live with."
"Gwenette!?"
