49 — How could it be cruel?

As Desmond guides me through the pub crowd, my fingers entwined with his, I try to put my thoughts in place. We're leaving sneakily and quickly, before someone from the team sees and tries to stop us. But suddenly, Desmond stops in place, keeping his hand in mine.

I bring my eyes up to him, and when I see what made him stop so abruptly, my heart skips a beat. There's a woman leaning towards Desmon