"Nothing? My..." He couldn't come up for a proper word for what Florence had been to him that didn't sound like he was some sappy teenage girl. "Florence was cuddling up to you. And don't tell me it was just some sort of meeting." It was more than that and he'd seen it, known it, and had had his assertions proved true mere weeks later.

He saw red when Sergievsky mentioned holding her. "Get out. Get the fuck out."