Anna opened her eyes again, lying on her back, chest aching, and her room was draped in darkness. The omega didn't bother turning her head towards the clock. It's the dead of night, pitch black outside and a small lamp on the bedside being the only source of light. She's been trying to sleep for a while now, arms laid stiff by her side, staring at the ceiling above. For a second, she planned on creeping out to the kitchen for a warm glass of milk, memories from her childhood resurfacing. The kind kitchen lady from the orphanage would allow her to drink milk and not tell anyone. She swore it was the best way to fall asleep.
Then again, the omega realised its too much effort, and the kitchen would be closed. With Adam calling an exceptional team of guards to search for poison traces, it's
