Avery POV
The moment Aidan stepped into the room, the air changed.
Dante stood in the center, his presence commanding. Janet, his ever-poised former Luna, remained by his side, her face unreadable. My father stood tall, his arms crossed over his chest, his expression blank, but I knew better. He was watching everything, noticing every little detail.
And my mother… she was hiding.
Not obviously, but I saw it. The way she lingered behind my father, the way her hands trembled ever so slightly.
I barely had time to process it before Dante’s voice cut through the air.
"Where have you been, Aidan?"
Just then, Kieran appeared, leaning lazily against the staircase with that usual smirk of his. His sharp green eyes found mine, like he was searching for something.
"Isn’t it obvious, Father?
