The morning following the assassination attempt found the Resistance camp tense. There was a spring in every step, more caution in their motions as they eyed each other nervously. It would seem the attempt on Alex's life had shaken the group, and rumors spread like wildfire throughout the camp. Some doubt was cast upon whether or not Alex's presence in the camp placed them all in jeopardy.
Elena had called a meeting, gathering the mainstays of the Resistance in the big tent. Alex was sitting at the far end of the table, tired after his fight with the assassin. The weight of their staring was upon him; he could feel the doubt emanating from them.
"Let's cut to the chase," Elena began, her tone tight, though her face was grim. "We all know what happened last night. The Demon King sent an assassin after us. After Alex.
