Samuel Johnson's smile was frosty as he walked over to the man, his voice chilly as he said, "I'll give you one more chance. Let her go."
The chill emanating from him made the man too scared to say anything more. He quickly withdrew his hand, watching Samuel extend his and embrace her, his mouth turning down in sulkiness.
The proverbial duck that was already cooked had flown away, possibly to the benefit of someone else; the taste of something desired yet unattainable was truly soul-destroying.
Samuel put the wine glass aside, hooked his arm around Amanda Smith's waist, and looked into her hazy eyes as he asked, "Miss Smith, are you all right?"
