Red stalked the hall, rounding the corner into the ballroom, searching for Elizabeth.
Among the myriad of people crowding the opulent area, he finally located her over by the bar and sure enough, just as Francis had said... that bastard Edward was clearly making his move.
The little weasel overtly moved closer, pushing Francis aside without seeming to do so, totally disregarding a patiently watching guard, who smirked openly at some remark Elizabeth had made concerning Edward’s advances.
Reddington pushed back a primal urge to stalk over and slice the man’s throat from ear to ear.
His confrontation with Francis was bad enough but seeing the scene unfolding before him now, his anger reached a boiling point.
And for so many other f*****g reasons.
He was sick and tired of this s**t!
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