Daphne's POV
Sleep refused to come. Each time I closed my eyelids, Cyrus's devastated expression haunted me. The moment when I had revealed the truth, watching hope crumble from his features like shattered glass. The disgust in his gaze as he stared at me like I was something diseased.
It shouldn't have mattered. He would eventually accept reality. They always did.
Yet an uncomfortable sensation clawed at my insides, refusing to disappear.
I pushed myself upright and grabbed my phone from the nightstand. My fingers scrolled through the contact list until I located the name I required. Isla. An omega servant who had remained devoted to me for years, ever since I turned sixteen. She was indebted to me for numerous favors.
I composed a quick message.
I need surveillance on someone. Sentinel Cyrus. Inform me immediately if he exhibits any unusual behavior.
Her response arrived within moments.
Absolutely, Miss Daphne.
