Sofia's POV
The air in the room thickened, a heavy tension settling between us as I stared at my brother, Costa. My heart hammered in my chest, and for a moment, I couldn’t tell if I was seeing a ghost or if I was losing my mind.
He looked the same—dark, sharp features, the weight of power still in his posture despite the faint lines of exhaustion etched into his face. But there was something in his eyes that made the reality of the situation feel surreal. He wasn’t supposed to be here. He wasn’t supposed to be alive.
"How?" I managed, my voice shaking.
Costa glanced at Victor, who stood silently behind him, his eyes flicking from me to Roma, as if calculating the situation. He stepped further into the room, a confident stride that betrayed nothing of the fear or confusion I felt surgi
