Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

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.”

lobby. Her mind churned,

had the leader spoken

he know of her clash with

been unmistakable, a

all her years, Raegan had never

now, doubt gnawed at

not a member of The Mask — that

An undercover agent, perhaps?

set foot in Sceibar. Or was Maia something else entirely — a new piece

knife. Raegan had always seen herself

𝖘𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾

one could supplant her. She

agitation simmered, a fire stoked by

she heard the lock click. But as she stepped forward,