He was tempted to let her go, but Julius knew he couldn't- still, he let her get a few steps away, if only to let her stew and suffer and wonder if he maybe wouldn't chase after her. But he did, of course- Julius caught Genevieve's wrist from behind, dragging her backward- hoping, admittedly, to catch her off guard enough to pin her back against the wall of one of the stalls, his second hand finding her other wrist to keep her there- it was unfair, perhaps, to use his strength against her, but he needed whatever little advantage he could get, at the moment. "For the love of Frell, Genevieve. Your words meant everything to me- that's why I left. I couldn't stand the thought of you parading around on another man's arm, whether of your own will or not. Was it cowardly? Yes. But it was easy, and there's my faulting. I'd grown complacent, happy in the patterns we'd found- sneaking around, sharing what time we could, making plans for a future neither one of us was certain about. And when that was pulled out from under me, I panicked- and I reverted to old, easier behaviors. I could have done a great many worse things last night, Genevieve, than going to get drunk and pass out at the pub."