Lana's POV.
The fake smile on Amelia’s face lingered in my mind like a ghost. It barely lasted a second before she replaced it with a look of concern, but I had caught it, too clearly. People were dying downstairs, Children were bleeding, Servants were collapsing. And yet, somehow, Amelia seemed satisfied. A strange chill slithered down my spine.
“Asher,” I whispered.
He turned to me right away, his eyes weary and shattered.
“What is it?”
Before I could respond, Amelia glided forward with an unsettling grace.
“Alpha,” she said softly, “we don’t have time for documents right now.”
Everyone’s gaze shifted to her.
The hallway was still packed with terrified servants and guards. Somewhere below, another scream pierced the air.
Amelia let out a dramatic sigh.
“Th
