At that moment, Samuel's head whipped toward the doorway, his hands still clutching at Cora's shirt. His expression twisted instantly from the sick satisfaction of a predator cornering its prey to a startled, almost panicked scowl.
"What the hell is this?" he barked, his voice sharp with disbelief. "How… how did you get in here?" Immediately his eyes narrowed, searching Oliver's face for an answer he wasn't ready to hear. "What the hell do you think you're doing here?" His tone turned mocking, as if trying to mask the sudden uncertainty creeping up his spine. "No seriously how the hell did you get in here?"
