Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

"What's up with Murray?" Cliff glanced at the man drowning his sorrows in scotch, quietly sliding closer to York.

When they entered, Murray had been sporting a glower that could kill. The lively buzz of the party had noticeably dimmed.

"Somebody got blocked," Ever the instigator, York couldn't help but add fuel to the fire, reveling in the drama.

Murray's face darkened even more at the words.

Crash! He slammed down his wine glass on the glass table, his frustration palpable as he roughly undid the top buttons of his shirt, a hint of aggression in his movements. "I said, stop mentioning her. Can't you understand what I said?"

York just shrugged, opting to stay silent.

The mood shifted instantly. The singers fell silent, and the chatter around them died down, nobody daring to speak up.

Cliff almost choked on his drink. Roseanne was seriously not messing around, huh?

A bit tipsy, Corley leaned in and whispered to Cliff, "Did Roseanne come back yet?"

Cliff just shook his head and mumbled something noncommittal, not daring to say much.

guessing Roseanne

someone suggested, "How about a game of Truth or Dare?" Everyone quickly caught

a woman who

got a

beside Murray, the club's star attraction and no stranger to keeping Murray company.

suddenly stood up, obviously disinterested. "Have fun, you guys.

and a Janie,

asked

a few glasses of

the empty mansion,

assistant, ready to leave, was surprised to

to Murray's irritation. Usually, Roseanne would nag him about his irregular schedule around this time, playfully demanding he go to bed early. Despite

coldly, "Wrapping

assistant answered humbly, "Yes, Mr. Sherwood. Anything else

stirring uncomfortably in his stomach. He turned pale. "Could

within twenty minutes with a beautifully packaged

couldn't hide his displeasure.