Katia was sitting on the narrow bed in her cramped room when the knock came. She'd been thinking about what happened today.
Cahir had saved her. He'd wanted to kill Xandar. She'd seen it in his eyes, that murderous rage he could barely control.
Katia thought maybe the misunderstandings between them were starting to clear. Maybe he was finally beginning to believe her.
It was a fragile hope, but it was hope.
The knock came again, sharper this time.
"Come in," Katia called.
The door opened to reveal Emma, the head Omega servant who'd tormented her since her arrival. The woman looked sour, her lips pressed into a thin line.
"You," Emma said curtly. "Pack your things. You're being moved."
Katia's heart jumped. "Moved? Where?"
"The west wing. Where Lady Allison and
