"No, I don't suspect it will. I'm marrying your daughter, not you," he answered honestly. He was getting tired. Tired of his own constant fear and regret every night since Veridian had been attacked. Tonight just pushed things to almost unbearable. Marcelo could only cling to that he was in the right.

"My goal? To make sure no child no matter their station in life does not go through what I did. That is why Veridian works with law enforcement, agriculture, and energy production rather than putting all our eggs into the military industrial complex."

He snagged a drink off a passing waiter's tray and took a swig. It didn't matter what the hell it was as long as there was the soft burn of alcohol. "No, I can't. She is refreshingly honest."