The east wing sitting room was huge, with marble floors and fancy furniture everywhere. Katia got there with two minutes left, and saw several other omega servants already working.
Emma stood in the middle of the room like she owned the place. She looked at Katia with clear disapproval.
"You're late."
"You said twenty minutes. I made it in eighteen," Katia said calmly.
Emma's jaw got tight. "Don't get smart with me. You're here to work, not argue." She pointed to a bucket and mop in the corner. "Start over there. I want these floors perfect before the ladies finish their morning lessons."
Katia grabbed the cleaning stuff and started working.
While she scrubbed, her mind kept drifting. The mark on her neck would tingle sometimes, like Cahir was somewhere in this huge pal
