Lilieth
Petra, of course, is standing right in the center of the group—the ringleader of the whole operation, no doubt, since she's the resentful one.
I wonder if the others know she'll be Luna and if so, why the hell they're so supportive when they don't stand a chance.
I'll never understand it.
Petra steps forward. Her eyes scan my face before venturing lower, and I watch as they settle on the letters in my hand, which I instinctively hold closer to my chest.
"What does the Omega have there, I wonder?" she asks. I realize this is the first time I've heard her voice. She's never said anything to me before.
None of them have, actually.
I try to sidestep her, wishing to avoid this whole embarrassing scene entirely, but Petra steps in my way, blocking my escape. The others crowd
