The house is awake when I come down, and it is wearing a different face than it wore yesterday.
There is a new omega at the foot of the stairs with an armful of linen, one I know from the laundry, not the upper rooms.
A different girl is carrying the breakfast things, and the two who used to do it are nowhere I can see. Esme has done what I asked, overnight.
Fresh faces in the kitchen. Fresh faces on the trays and somewhere among the new faces, two of them are mine.
Guards that trained under papa that I trust and assigned to watch who comes and goes from the kitchen, who lingers near the boy's quarters and anything different from normal will be directly reported to me.
I am crossing toward the side door when Victoria steps into my path from nowhere.
"Luna. I hoped I would catch you
