(A/N: Allyrwhitney- I'm glad you brought up the discrepancy. As I mentioned earlier in response to another reviewer, writing this story has been a challenge and several scenes have been edited many times. The attack scene is one of them. In my original draft, Sofia and Graham's history is vastly different. He was just an obnoxious bully who can't take a hint and not the perverted criminal that he is now. Obviously, I missed something in bringing the story to what it is now. I've gone back to the attack scene and edited what Graham says. He now says that he wasn't satisfied with how things ended and Sofia wasn't supposed to get away.

Mr. Shortman92- some days, I don't know whether to laugh or cringe at some of the things you say in your reviews. Don't worry, Graham is going to get it. Especially since a certain 'scoundrel' is now involved.

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Roland heaved a sigh as he returned to Cantata Hall. It had been a long day and he wished he could change a lot of it. Constable Miles had intercepted him as he rode through the village trying to find Sofia. He hadn't wanted to talk to the constable, but once he'd told him that he had to say concerned Sofia, Roland listened.

It had been a blow to learn that Sofia had been attacked again but there had been some satisfaction in learning that Graham was now in custody. As he laid eyes on the rat who had hurt his daughter so badly, Roland felt all his pent up fury boil to the surface and released it by beating Graham.

"Are you quite finished, Mayor Cyning?" Constable Miles had asked.

"Hardly," Roland replied. "He needs to know just how much he has hurt Sofia and how much I hate him."

Graham, by that point, was hardly able to move at all and had lost at least one tooth.

"You're not the only father who would love to beat him. You're well aware Sofia isn't the only woman he's gone after."

Roland let out a sigh and dropped Graham on the floor and stepped out of the cell.

"Who helped Sofia get away from him?"

"I'm not allowed to say. He very strongly ordered my silence in regards to his identity. But your daughter insisted she would be fine with him."

"Ordered or threatened?"

Constable Miles hadn't answered that question aloud but his eyes had spoken the truth. Roland figured maybe Sofia would answer then.

"Rollie?"

Miranda's soft voice brought Roland back to the present moment.

"Amber came from Sofia's room just a few minutes ago," Miranda said. "She said Sofia is sleeping."

Roland nodded. "Constable Miles now has Graham. Sofia had some help when he went after her."

"Amber has said as much. She didn't identify who helped Sofia though. Does Constable Miles know who helped her?"

"He's not allowed to say. Whoever it was, ordered silence about his identity. He's threatened Constable Miles if he identifies him."

Miranda's eyes widened. "But who could do that and have the threat mean something?"

"I don't know."

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Under the cover of night, Cedric hurried to the constabulary. He was tired from the day but he knew what needed to be done. He had burning questions and a mounting suspicion in regards to what had happened earlier.

'Thank goodness. I suppose that means all the women he's gone after can rest easy now.'

Upon hearing that, Cedric was infuriated even further. Combined with everything else that was starting to become clear in his mind, he had a guess of what had happened previously with Graham.

Keeping his hood up to shield his identity, Cedric tethered his horse and paused for a moment.

I'm not the man Father is. I've never commanded respect the way he does.

Cedric sighed. As he did, the sound of Sofia's sobs from earlier played in his mind and he could almost feel her head resting on his shoulder again. Something unrecognizable flared in his eyes.

I will do this. There needs to be justice for her. There needs to be justice for everyone affected by this.

Cedric stood straight and stormed inside the constabulary. Constable Miles looked up in surprise. Cedric closed the door firmly and pulled his hood back enough for the constable to see who he was.

"Hexley." Constable Miles looked anxious.

Cedric shot the constable a sharp look. "You watch how you address me!"

"Yes My-"

"Shut up! Let me make myself quite clear, Constable. My presence here in Cantare Valley is a strict secret. You oust me and you will pay dearly. Understand?"

Constable Miles nodded, face paling. "Yes Sir."

"Good. Now, we're going to have a little chat about Graham- what he did in the past and what is going to happen to him now. And my orders will be followed precisely."

Constable Miles gulped. "Of course, Sir."