He stopped pacing. “It’s Montgomery, isn’t it? You like him.” The fire sent sparks dancing in his gold-flecked eyes as he waited for me to deny it, but I didn’t. I didn’t know how I felt about any of this. I needed time to think, to analyze.…
“You said he used to be your servant,” Edward interrupted my thoughts. “That there was nothing between you.”
“There isn’t. Not yet. God, I don’t know.”
Edward raised his voice above the roaring water. “He was in the laboratory, wasn’t he? Helping create those aberrations. He’s as bad as your father, Juliet! How can you love him?”
“I never said I loved him!”
My pulse quickened with all the boiling arguments forming in my head, but then I paused. Something Edward had said didn’t sit right. “How do you know what they were doing in the laboratory? You said you didn’t see.”
A wave of guilt washed over his face and I knew, in that look, he’d been lying. Embers from the fire littered the ground, disturbed by my struggling. He knelt to rebuild it, avoiding my gaze.
I watched him sweep the embers together, jerking his hands back to keep from being burned. “How long have you known?” I asked, trying to keep my voice calm.
He stood slowly, brushing his hands against his trousers. Firelight danced in his eyes. For a moment, we just looked at each other. He was gauging my reaction. Trying to decide how much to tell me.
“Since the Curitiba,” he said. “Since the first time Montgomery said the name Moreau.” He flexed his scarred knuckles nervously, starting to pace again. “My uncle was acquainted with one of the detectives at Scotland Yard who worked on that case. The King’s College Butchery, they called it. They kept it quiet, but they suspected your father was trying to stitch together animals to create something human—more or less. It used to give me nightmares as a boy. And when I saw Balthazar and the other islanders, I knew.” His eyes flashed. He was not just the naive young man everyone had first taken him for—but I’d known there was more to him. “Scotland Yard’s theory was right.”
“Balthazar’s my friend,” I shot. “He’s no creation of surgery.”
“Your friend? He’s a monster!”
I brushed the spray and tears and sweat off my face. Edward didn’t know Balthazar like I did. Balthazar might be malformed, but he wasn’t a monster.
“He’s not,” I said. “Cymbeline—he’s just a little boy. That scaly man …”
“Puck,” Edward said.
“Puck.” I kicked at a glowing coal. Like the name of the sprite in A Midsummer Night’s Dream. A fitting name, since his existence was as unbelievable as any fairy tale. “They’re not all monsters.”
“You’re making excuses for your father,” Edward said, his voice rising. We were shouting, but no longer because of the waterfall. “Trying to justify his work.”
“You knew the truth and didn’t tell me!” I hugged my arms around my chest, turning toward the falls, letting the rush of water drown my thoughts. Edward was wrong—I wasn’t defending my father. I was defending the part of me that knew what my father did was evil but was terribly proud that he’d accomplished it. My father’s blood flowed in my veins, too. Didn’t he understand that?
It stung. A stranger knew the truth I’d searched for my whole life. “You should have told me.”
“Why do you think I came here?” he yelled. “I could have stayed on the Curitiba. Did you think I was so afraid of that idiot captain? I came because you didn’t know what you were getting into! You were walking into a danger with your eyes closed, not wanting to see the evidence so clearly in front of you.”
I paced, hugging my arms tighter. He’d been right, I realized. I had known all along, in those deep recesses of my brain. It had been my heart—my weak, human heart—that had betrayed me, not my head.
Edward hadn’t lied to me. I’d lied to myself.
I ran a shaky hand over my face, feeling like the world had flipped upside down. “You should have stayed on the Curitiba, then. There’s nothing for you here.”
“I came here for you, Juliet!” He was so close to the falls that water danced on his shoulders like fine rain. He wiped the spray from his eyes. “I came because I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I still can’t.”
For a moment, the water roared around us. He’d come here, knowing my father was a madman, for me. My heart thumped so loudly, I thought the whole jungle must hear it. I touched my lips, wet from the waterfall’s spray, still cold from his kiss. Still wanting. But this was wrong. My heart belonged to Montgomery, not Edward. But Montgomery had been helping my father do his terrible work. So much had happened that I was unable to decipher my own feelings.
I sat down at the edge of the cave, closing my eyes, sealing out the rush of emotion.
Edward paced a bit more and then sighed. He eased himself down beside me, wincing.
“You’re hurt,” I said at last. Hoping to change the subject.