Daphne's POV
The other Omegas moved around my room like ghosts, their eyes fixed on the floor as they folded my clothes with mechanical precision. Not one of them dared to look at me anymore. The silence stretched thick between us, broken only by the soft rustle of fabric.
Isla lingered by the door, her hands knotted together at her waist. I could see the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the way her breathing had turned shallow and quick.
Finally, she took a step forward. Then another. Each movement hesitant, like she was walking through a minefield. She stopped several feet from where I sat on the edge of my bed.
"Luna Daphne." The words barely made it past her lips. "Could we speak privately?"
The title sent a warm rush through my veins. I allowed myself to smile, not the practiced expression I'd worn for years but something real. Something with teeth.
I couldn't resist. The opportunity was too perfect.
