—Mabel—

My stomach coiled tight. Not from fear—but from the sour memory of that morning six years ago.

Angelina scanned the room like a queen about to reclaim her kingdom, flanked by a group of men and women I didn't quite recognize.

I glanced at Alec. Just like the rest of us, he was looking at her.

The moment their eyes locked, Angelina toyed with a curl of her hair and smirked. Squaring her shoulders, she strutted to the only empty seating in the room with the placard, Solvane ...