（Olivia's POV）
The sun had barely spilled over the treetops when I slipped into the kitchen. The air smelled faintly of bread and spices, though it was overshadowed by my heightened senses scanning for something specific. Lily. She wasn't here yet, which gave me precious minutes to act.
The kitchen was surprisingly quiet for such a large pack house. A few kitchen workers scurried about preparing breakfast, offering polite nods when they noticed me. I brushed past them toward the shelves where Lily's precious tea blends were stored. Every morning, she brewed that same tea for Dominic—an intimate ritual that sent a strange bitterness crawling up my throat every time I saw it.
I reached for the small glass jar labeled *Morning Bliss*, the tea Lily insisted Dominic drink each day. As my fin
