The air hung heavy with the scent of secrecy as Isidora slipped into the dimly lit room, where shadows danced along the walls. Across the table, Selene, Marshall's step-sister, waited with an expression that mirrored both curiosity and concern.
"Isidora," Selene greeted in a low, velvety voice as she acknowledged Isidora's entrance. Isidora, in response, offered a nod, her eyes gleaming with a calculated determination.
"I've called you here because we share a vested interest," Isidora began, her gaze strong. "Marshall, your step-brother, has been up to something peculiar."
Selene's eyes narrowed slightly, a mix of intrigue and wariness crossing her features. "What do you mean, Isidora? Marshall has always been a creature of mystery. It's part of our nature."
Isidora leaned forward, her
