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Colin ju to help clear the scene, but it quickly became apparent that Oxford Street would be a snarl for at least an hour, with or without his help He checked toproperly cared for, infor on foot, and took off walking

He stared defiantly in the faces of each person he passed, perversely enjoying the way they averted their gaze when faced with his obvious hostility He almost wished one of them would make a comment, just so he could have someone to lash out at It didn't matter that the only person he really wanted to throttle was Cressida Twoet

His anger washim unbalanced, unreasonable Unlike himself

He still wasn't certain what had happened to him when Penelope had told hireater than fury This was physical; it coursed through his veins, pulsed beneath his skin

He wanted to hit soh a wall

He'd been furious when Penelope had published her last colureater anger

He rong

Or perhaps it was just that this was a different sort of anger So to hurt the one person he loved above all others

How could he tolerate that? How could he allow it tohappen?

The ansas simple He couldn't

He had to stop this He had to do sohing at the antics of others, it was time to take action himself

He looked up, soerton House Funny how it no longer seerown up here, but noas so obviously his brother's house

Home was in Bloomsbury Home ith Penelope

Home was anywhere with PenelopewColin?"