For three weeks since her grand return to the Tang family, Everly's existence had been a ghostly affair, a series of fleeting encounters. Beyond the initial, awkward reunion in the living room and the silent, tense meals they shared, there had been no real family gatherings. Their lives were a whirlwind of corporate meetings, social obligations, and meticulously planned schedules that left no room for the messy business of bonding.
But today morning was different. It was a weekend, and the entire Tang family had assembled in the cavernous family room, their presence a silent, heavy verdict. This was an emergency family meeting, and Everly, seated primly on a plush sofa, was the defendant.
The irony was that while she was the one on trial, it was Sylas who looked like he was about to face a firing squad.
A sheen of cold sweat coated his forehead, and his knee bounced with a nervous, staccato rhythm that was starting to annoy her.
