Lyra's POV
Saana and I were startled when two guards barged into our room, followed by Anya.
Saana shot up from her bed.
“What's going on?" She demanded.
The first guard cast a scornful look her way, and she went furious.
“What if we were inappropriately dressed? Where's the respect for our dignity?!"
The guards were silent, picking up Anya's personal luggage one after another.
Saana didn't seem surprised, but I was. Then, as they had come in, they left like a whirlwind. I turned to Saana.
“Did you know about that? You didn't seem too surprised."
Saana nodded. “Surprised, not in the least; but very angry that we weren't deemed worthy of the tiniest bit of respect."
I shrugged. “We're Omegas after all; no one cares. We're just…commodities.” I looked at Saana, who was still vis
