Timothy held Diana in a burning stare, as if he meant to read everything she was hiding.
Diana flinched. Her face tightened, then cooled, and she answered him in a flat voice. She said, "So now you decide to come running after her. Where were you these past few days?"
Timothy was already losing patience, and he had no interest in trading vague jabs with her, so his voice dropped to match hers.
He said, "If she wants to fight with me, then fine. But she could at least let me know what she's so angry about."
Diana lifted her eyes to him, and an odd expression settled over her face, one that even carried a faint edge of mockery.
She said, "So even now you really have no idea what went wrong between you and Florence?"
The pity in Diana's eyes sparked an instant, blazing anger in Timothy,
