9:11 pm - Rafe and Tony
Tony took an unsteady breath, wrenching his fingernails out of Rafe's arm with an effort. "No," he answered roughly. "Kent -- he can't know it's her, they've never -- but that's the witch who fucked with my head, years ago. She's half-siren, and she works with Zophie. She..." The anger, the fear, and the formless yearning to make her hurt were pounding at the base of his skull, and he knew his face was twisting into something grim and ugly behind his mask.
He took another breath to calm himself; he knew very well that he couldn't go over there and drag Kent away, as his lawyer had made it very clear that he should have no contact with her while his case was pending. Tony looked back at Rafe, his jaw tight. "Get him away from her. Please. If he finds out who she is--"
A concerned murmur on the dancefloor made him look back to see a circle widening around the pair and Kent's murderous expression, and his stomach turned to lead. Clearly he'd found out who she was.