CHAPTER 35

The tension in the room was suffocating as Sofia struggled to maintain her composure. Her body was weakening quickly, but her mind was still sharp enough to catch the subtle glances and whispers among the assassins in the hall. She could feel the weight of their distrust bearing down on her. They were looking for a flaw, a crack in her defences that would confirm their suspicions.

Alex stood close by, his arms crossed as he kept his eyes locked on Alexis. The venom in her gaze hadn’t lessened, and it was clear she wasn’t convinced that Sofia’s return was as simple as it appeared. The tension between them was palpable, an unspoken challenge hanging in the air, waiting for someone to make the first move.

Master Carlos, sensing the brewing conflict, stood from his seat and walked toward Sofia. His expression was calm, but his eyes carried the weight of years spent leading assassins—he had seen betrayals, mistakes, and death far too often. He stopped just a few feet in front of her, his ga