"I have gone mad," Oliver acknowledged flatly, after a beat. His voice sounded strained, from the lump in his throat. Madness was the only explanation, and it had only been a matter of time, of course.
He let go of her and abruptly turned to head out of the reception. Fresh air, to clear his mind. He might have been drugged? He certainly felt like it. Fresh air would help.
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Date: 2015-11-10 12:58 am (UTC)He let go of her and abruptly turned to head out of the reception. Fresh air, to clear his mind. He might have been drugged? He certainly felt like it. Fresh air would help.