Mr. Vincent's eyes followed Emily's eyes, and when his eyes landed on Desmond and Tricia, they looked away. The heat in his gaze was palpable, like a silent threat that made the air around them feel heavy and thin. Desmond tried to puff out his chest to maintain some shred of dignity, while Tricia shrunk back. That was when she started finding the pattern on her gold dress very interesting.

"What did they do to you? Did they touch you?" He asked. His voice was a low rumble, the kind of sound a predator makes before it strikes. He kept his hand firmly on Emily's waist, pulling her closer as...