"Wait."
Stefan's steps came to a halt just as he was about to leave, his body still tense from everything that had just happened. He slowly turned around toward the voice behind him. His expression already hardened before his eyes landed on the woman standing a short distance away.
She looked to be in her forties, her posture upright and composed, and her gaze sharp as it rested on him with an undeniable authority. Yet something about her presence made a faint frown settle on Stefan's face as his brows drew together slightly.
"I don't believe we've met," the woman said calmly, her voice even. "I am Margaret Wayne."
Stefan's frown remained as the name registered in his mind, but it did not bring anything familiar except for one thing. Wayne.
He looked at her for a moment before speaking. "Wayne…" he repeated, his voice low, then added, "That only tells me you are part of the Wayne family."
