Alaric gave a slight nod, his demeanor ice-cold as he stood. "Dr. Vane, any objections to how I handled this?"
Damon glanced at Lothar groaning on the floor. "He earned this punishment. That Mr. Splendor disciplined him is more honor than he deserves."
A nephew crippled, and his own uncle called it an honor.
Thane sucked in a sharp breath. He'd known Mr. Splendor was extraordinary, but this? This was next-level power.
Damon Vane—a medical luminary, a modern-day Hippocrates who'd treated the elite. The man was a walking network of influence. One word from him could ruin Thane overnight.
Lothar writhed on the ground, whimpering through clenched teeth: "Uncle... make them pay..."
Damon's face twisted in fury. Though unclear what his nephew had done, it must have been grave. "Director Ra
