Bella's P.O.V.
Matt’s mom was fuming.
“I told you not to go out there, Claire!” she snapped, arms crossed, eyes blazing.
Aunt Claire chuckled, utterly unfazed. “Calm down, Lil Sis. I’m not going anywhere—at least, not in person.” She winked. “Just sit quietly and let me do my job.”
Matt’s mom grumbled under her breath, her arms still tightly folded, but she didn’t argue further. Aunt Claire just smirked and muttered something about stubborn sisters and their dramatic flair before walking toward the center of the room.
She dropped cross-legged to the floor and turned toward Matt. “Keep the call on loudspeaker when Darius connects,” she instructed. “And no one disturbs me once I start. Not even if the world is crumbling around us.”
Everyone nodded in solemn agreement.
“Aiden,” Claire
