Anna's POV
This new room they bring us to is almost as beautiful as the one I had back at Alpha Dylan’s mansion. It’s massive, with high ceilings and wide windows covered by pink silk curtains. There are four beds, likely because there are four of us now.
The walls are painted a soft, almost nauseating pink, and the whole room smells like lavender—too sweet, too clean. It’s nothing like that filthy dungeon they dragged us out of.
For seven straight days, they’ve been bathing us—me, Piper, Kate, and Mara—in all sorts of fragrant things: lavender, rose water, milk baths, essential oils, orange blossom, and even honey scrubs. They lather our skin with lotions and force us to sit through beauty rituals like we’re porcelain dolls being polished.
Every inch of our bodies has been scrubbed
