As the press conference concludes, Victoria Vane approaches Clara in the lobby holding an ancient velvet box.

The grand marble lobby of the Plaza Hotel felt dead silent. High ceiling crystal chandeliers threw bright golden light over the shiny floor. Lucian, Jax, and Silas stood like three broad walls of iron around Clara. Their dark eyes remained cold, locked directly onto the old woman holding the dark blue velvet bundle.

Victoria Vane stepped forward with slow, heavy steps. Her fine mink coat brushed softly against her ankles. Her hands trembled slightly, but her face showed zero anger. The cold, mean look she used to wear for years was completely gone,...