Seething with rage, he slapped her again. "That's right, I'm hitting you!"
Saphira Sutton's eyes filled with disbelief.
"You..."
Toby Dalton stared coldly at her face. After a moment, he walked inside, yanking off his tie as he went and slamming it onto the floor.
Saphira Sutton stepped forward. "Toby, what's wrong with you?"
His voice was laced with a chilling coldness as he turned to look at her. "You faked your death to get away from here. Why come back?"
"I heard a woman who looks exactly like me appeared at your birthday party, so..."
"Get out. Go far, far away, and never appear before me again."
Saphira Sutton sneered. "Is this how you show your love for me? You can't forget me, so you'd rather find a replacement than see the real thing? Heh. Toby Dalton, you're pathetic."
"That's right, I'm pathetic. Now get out. I don't want to see that face of yours."
'I can't help but mistake that face for someone else's!'
