His eyes narrowed dangerously. "You weren't expecting him?" Drystan stood so quickly, his chair rocked over onto its back.
He was barely keeping a handle on the fury now. He hadn't believed that there was something legitimately adulterous happening with his wife and the Kestrel! Drystan knew it wasn't a chance encounter, he could see that by the way she paused between her sentences and the curious times she chose to meet his eyes, but he thought, what, she'd been selling Puddlemere strategy to opposition? Had Spinnet sniffing around her and was boxing his ears for it? Taking on management qualities and attempting to poach him? All varying levels of the far-fetched, and most none of what he'd expect of Bess, but Drystan knew he was missing something, some small but vital piece of the puzzle, and he didn't understand how, or why no one was enlightening him on what it was. So he picked his angle and tore after it with a vengeance.
"I want to believe you, Bess! I do. I don't know what it is you're trying to hide, but I can't believe you when you say nothing. That shin-guard?" he ran a hand through his hair frustratedly as his volume and accusatory tone crept higher. "The one you didn't recognize, then said was mine, then said it belonged to a teammate you'd accidentally taken it from? Fine, it seemed bizarre, but perhaps it was true, all right. Now, you just happened to stumble upon Spinnet in our neck of the woods, but then it's 'you weren't expecting him,' so what, Bess? What am I supposed to think when you tell me it's nothing?"
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