Chapter 41 The Serpent's Sister

• The tension in the penthouse was a smothering fog. The air still crackled with the aftershocks of Sofia’s fury from the night before, her emotions raw and bleeding. She sat on the edge of the luxurious leather sofa, knees drawn together, hands curled tightly in her lap. The vast windows framed Rome's skyline in the distance, the city sprawling beneath a sky darkened with storm clouds.
• The door clicked open behind her. Sofia didn’t turn around. The sound of heels tapping against the marble floor was sharp, deliberate—a declaration of authority and arrogance.
• The footsteps stopped.