Dorian POV.
I took Elara to a small, almost unused room, a storage room for brooms and dirty rags, located very close to the servants' changing room. The two rooms were connected by a small service door.
I had been to this palace several times, just to gather vital information about the vicious Alpha. Apparently, security here was still not tight enough—at least, not to deter a trained Gamma like me.
This girl turned out to be quite talkative, and I almost got dizzy hearing her endless questions. She was a curious person, which was actually a good thing, except in a tense situation like this. Plus, she was very careless.
"Change into a maid's uniform," I said, handing her a simple gray outfit.
She refused with her usual stubbornness. "No, why? I mean, do we really have to disguise ou
