"I suppose that's what truly binds this family together—our relentless refusal to accept anything less than the truth," Angel said, her voice soft but steady, as though each word carried the weight of generations.
There was a quiet power in her tone as she stood there, eyes fixed on Mason with unwavering calm. Her hand, which had been resting loosely at her side, slowly crossed over her chest, folding into the other in a gesture of quiet resolve.
The room seemed to still for a moment, as if even the air was listening.
Across from her, Mason's gaze locked with Ava's. The silence between them stretched, charged with tension so thick it felt like it could snap at any second.
His eyes bore into hers, not with anger, but with something deeper—an unspoken intensity, like he was searching her soul for answers only he could sense. Ava didn't flinch, but her breath caught slightly, as though she, too, could feel the invisible current pulsing between them.
