Thomas stalked towardsMontserrat, a furious glint in his eyes. Getting close he grabbed the man byhis starched cravat, slamming him into wall. There was a collective gasp fromthe other guests, but Thomas paid no attention, his fury directed towards theman he held. “Where is she?” He growled, slamming Montserrat against the wall again.“What in blazes are you talking about?” the Marquis gasped, struggling forbreath as the Duke tightened his hold on his cravat, cutting off his air.“Where is my wife?” Thomas repeated, enunciating each word through grittedteeth, “You have exactly five seconds to talk, or by god, I'll kill you thisvery instant”The entire room had fallen silent, every one transfixed by the violence takingplace in the elegant drawing room.“I don't know what you are talking about.
