The atmosphere in the dimly lit room grew tense as Thomas strode in, followed closely by Alastor. Ada's eyes narrowed as she watched them enter.

"You bring her here, Thomas? To a family meeting?" Ada scoffed, her words dripping with venom. "She's not a Shelby. She doesn't belong here."

Thomas's jaw tightened, but he stepped forward, his gaze steady. "You're not a Shelby either, Ada Thorne. And yet here you are."

The room fell into a heavy silence.