Byron froze.

Dr. Aldrich stayed still, his face calm, but his eyes burned with fire.

Vincent kept talking. “The truth is already out. Are they arresting you for sleeping with a girl young enough to be your daughter? Hmm?”

Byron clenched his fists, but Dr. Aldrich raised his hand slightly, stopping him.

Dr. Aldrich stepped forward, slowly, each step full of pain, rage, and love for a woman who didn’t even know the storm waiting outside.

He looked Vincent dead in the eyes.  “Are you talking about the same girl you left for dead in the jungle?” he said, his voice like steel. “The same girl you and your wicked...