At some point, Denise excused herself to the rest room, and Moon felt the opportunity snap into place like a loaded trap. The chance had come to get answers from her former best friend without arousing the attention of others.
She counted to ten and stood up, "Please excuse me, I need to freshen up," she said, adding a practiced smile and then walked away with as much elegance as she could muster.
Peter noticed everything even her trembling legs and he smiled. He wanted her like this, trembling and in fear. As long as she was afraid, he could control her easily.
Perhaps this would bring her down a peg. Moon was too confident. Too sure of herself. And he did not like that.
Cassius watched her go with a look that nobody could decode. His women thought that she had caught his fancy. The two of them tugged at his arm to distract him.
