"No, you're lying," Amelia said, almost instinctively. "There's no way he would just―"
The very thought was unthinkable. She could not fathom how someone could possibly be ready to snuff the light from someone's eyes, simply because they wanted to marry someone outside of their circle.
"And how would you know what Horace Hawthorne could do? You've only known him for… a week? Not even that," Caleb pointed out with a raised eyebrow. "Men like him don't stay at the top of the food pyramid by having morals or a conscience."
"You're one to talk about morals and a conscience," Amelia retorted with gritted teeth.
"That's why you should listen to me about this. I know what I'm talking about," Caleb said, Amelia's barb rolling off him like water off a duck's back. "Haven't you wondered why he was so desperate to see his daughter again that he would mistake someone like you, a stranger twenty years younger, for her? Isn't it ridiculous?"
