As the glass tilted closer to his lips, my chest tightened. I couldn't watch him die so I didn't.
Without thinking, My hand moved towards him and slapped the drink right out of his hand.
The glass shattered across the floor and wine sprayed all over, turning the white rug red. For a split second, silence filled the study along with an air of thick tension.
His head shipped towards me sharply. The veins in his fore head popped and his jaw locked so tight, it could have cracked a bone.
He growled, rising to his feet so suddenly the chair clattered back. “Lorraine, what the f**k was that?”
I instinctively stumbled a step. My heart beat faster than a war drum. “I’m sorry, I…it slipped.”
“Slipped?” He arched his brow in shock and took a slow steady step towards me. “You just smacked a
