What he saw sent his blood to boiling. Someone was touching Persephone.
Not dancing touching. He was grabbing and handling her. He was trying to trap her. He was restraining her.
Samson saw red, white, and black at the sides of his vision. It had nothing to do with lighting in the club or the flashes from the incessant cameras.
In the confusion and press of bodies, Persephone had just realized she was being assaulted and held as Samson closed the distance. She saw the paparazzi with their flashing buzzing cameras and the over anxious reporters, fighting each other and the crowd to be the first to the promised story.
The man holding Persephone sealed his fate when his right hand, the arm closer to Samson, closed around the back of Persephone's shirt and held her straight at arm's
