He was coming undone. Ruined, devestated, doomed. And what better way to be doomed than the being that stood across the dancing hall? Darcy was coming undone by them.

The scent of perspiration and humanity filled the air, tinged with perfumes of many varieties and the women that go along with them. Such a heady mixture of life. It made polite mannerisms so difficult as he watched you spin and twirl with your chosen partners. Did jealousy beat its wings? No, it was a craze upon him.