C158 Jealousy
Proserpina
I swallowed hard, my face turning pale as I met my husband’s eyes. He had the look of a man who was doing his best to control his temper. His thick fists were clenched tight as he held himself rigidly.
‘Woman’ he growled,’ I want to talk to Schwartz.
And as I opened my mouth to speak, he said, his voice a roar,
‘Get the f*ck away from here, woman. I said NOW!’
I stepped back