Hearing Ace finally admit his role in her father's downfall, Sonia and Scratchifer let out a low, threatening growl, their gazes locked onto him with pure hostility.
Ace, unfazed, smirked and taunted, "What? You wanna have a go, mutt?"
Sonia's eyes flashed with rage, informing him "You lowlife! How dare you insult a C.I.B. agent in training? For your offense, by the power vested in me by the state I sentence you to death," Her nails extended three inches in an instant, their razor-sharp edges gleaming under the setting sun as she lunged, aiming straight for his neck.
But just as her claws were about to draw blood, Matthews caught her wrist in a firm grip.
"I like that you are adapting to your new title," Matthews said, her voice calm but commanding. "But he's a trainee too. And I don't tolerate infighting among my people."
'Her people?' Ace nearly scoffed.
