Claire's POV
I was just as furious as Evander, but I knew one of us needed to keep a cool head. If we both gave in to our anger, we would lose the upper hand. I clenched my fists at my sides, trying to steady my breathing. Gloria had to face us—and when she did, I already had a plan to put her down.
The sound of heels clicking on the floor signaled her arrival. There she was, as arrogant and composed as ever, walking toward us with authority as she was here for the war.
But this time, she was stepping right into my trap.
I took a deep breath and softened my expression, allowing tears to well up in my eyes. Without hesitation, I reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her attention squarely on me. I sank to my knees with a dramatic thud, letting out a heart-wrenching sob.