Despite her high position and status, Hera faced many assassination attempts. Even though the organization was mainly a group of the top assassins in the underground, many still aimed for her head. That was the underground. It was twisted and hellish; people had no fear, to the point it was foolish.
Although most of the assassination attempts failed, there were those rare times they nearly succeeded in taking her head. Hera could remember all of those assassins because she recognized their talents and skills despite attempting to kill her.
But that wasn't the point.
Her point was that her life had been in danger countless times in the past. Therefore, she recognized the dread that crept up her spine almost immediately.
'Who and how?' Heaven's eyes drooped, tapping her finger against the armrest. 'If someone is here… then where is it?'
