Daphne's POV
The infirmary door burst open and Isla practically bounced through the threshold like an overexcited golden retriever. Her smile stretched impossibly wide, displaying far too many teeth for comfort.
"Thank the goddess you survived!"
I studied her face with cold calculation. Isla had always existed in the shadows of my world, nothing more than a piece of background scenery. Useful when I required something, completely invisible otherwise. But circumstances had shifted dramatically. We now shared the same pathetic rank. Both of us reduced to Omegas. The designation burned my throat like acid every time I acknowledged it.
