Maybe it was foolish to turn his back on Marietta, but maybe he liked living on the edge. And if asked, Zacharias would have trouble denying his masochistic tendencies. The wine glass hit him on the left shoulder just as he was going to open the door. It didn't shatter until it hit the ground behind him. It was only then that he looked back at her that smile not faltering. "No, you don't get to play tonight."
He gave her a little wave as he pulled open the door with his other hand and stepped out into the hallway. It hadn't been what he was expecting, but it certainly wasn't boring. No that things involving Marietta Edgecombe ever were.