"Oh, for the love of God," Benedict snarled. "Will you let go of her or will I have to shoot your damned hand off?" Benedict wasn't even holding a gun, but the tone of his voice was such that the man let go instantly. "Good," Benedict said, holding his arm out toward the maid. She stepped forward, and with trembling fingers placed her hand on his elbow. "You can't just take her!" Phillip yelled. Benedict gave him a supercilious look. "I just did." "You'll be sorry you did this," Phillip said. "I doubt it. Now get out of my sight." Phillip made a huffy sound, then turned his friends and said, "Let's get out of here." Then he turned to Benedict and added, "Don't think you shall ever receive another invitation to one of my parties." "My heart is breaking," Benedict drawled."