All of them," I said firmly, "all four of them; they wanted what was best for you." "Best for me," he repeated bleakly. "Right." His knuckles had gone white again, and he gave me a look through narrowed eyes that I recognized all too well: a Fraser about to go off with a bang. I also knew perfectly well that there was no way of stopping one from detonating but had a try anyway, putting out a hand to him. "William," I began. "Believe me-" "I do," he said. "Don't bloody tell me any more. God damn it!" And, whirling on his heel, he drove his fist through the paneling with a thud that shook the room, wrenched his hand out of the hole he'd made, and stormed out. I heard crunching and rending
( Diana Gabaldon )
[ The Fiery Cross, A Breath of ]
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