SARA'S POV
I was wiping the last of the blood from under my nose when she appeared.
When the Omega servants started to scurry and bow in her presence. I realized it had to be someone of upmost importance and when our eyes made contact, I felt bile rise in my throat.
Brigid O'Donoghue. The polished second Luna of Silvercrest. Her voice dipped in sugar when she spoke.
“Your cousin is leaving,” she said, tilting her head. “I thought to tell you.”
Her expression faltered the second she really looked at me. Her eyes dropped to the stains down my front, the wetness still clinging to my fingers.
“Goddess,” she whispered. “Are you alright?”
I blinked at her. Something shifted in me. Something old. Or maybe something new that had always been there, buried beneath layers of submission and sh
