Chapter 809:

Raegan’s head snapped up, her breath catching. Confusion churned in her chest. “Sir, have I erred?” Her voice rasped, thick with disbelief.

The chapel fell into a hush, the air thick with tension.

Masked members exchanged furtive glances, their eyes darting between Raegan and the platform.

Chris’ gaze, cold as steel, offered no warmth. “Maia Watson is not one to cross,” he said, his words detonating like a grenade in the silence.

Raegan’s fists clenched, her lips pressed into a tight line beneath her mask.

Without another word, Chris turned, his silver mask catching the last flicker of candlelight before he vanished into the chapel’s shadowed depths.

The members stood frozen, their breaths shallow in the wake of his departure.

After a long moment, Raegan stirred, her voice regaining its crisp edge. “Disperse,” she ordered the others. “Hold the leader’s words close.”

hotel lobby.

the leader spoken so

know of her clash with Maia

unmistakable, a blade pressed to her

all her years, Raegan had

gnawed at her.

not a member of The Mask — that much

An undercover agent, perhaps?

the moment Maia set foot in Sceibar. Or was Maia something else entirely — a new piece on Chris’ chessboard, a

seen herself as his sharpest weapon, his most

??????? at

supplant her. She would not allow

fire stoked by every

the presidential suite’s door, she heard the

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