Lyra’s POV
Alpha Kieran had asked me to pick up new sheets and some of his shirts from the linen wing. I was reaching for a sheet when I heard soft footsteps behind me.
I didn't want to turn; my imagination had begun to paint pictures of Suzanne trying to sneak up on me to harm me.
"Looking for something soft to hide in?" Anya’s voice cut through the silence like a blade.
I turned slowly, clutching the folded linen tighter than necessary. Her smile was gentle but didn’t reach her eyes.
“What do you want, Anya?”
She leaned against the stacked shelf beside me, trying to maintain a very casual posture. Probably to let the guards and other Omegas think we were just having a random discussion related to our duties.
“She’s alive,” she said without moving her lips too far apart.
It too
