I don't remember deciding to move. One second I'm staring at the wrist band in the guard's hand, and the next I'm across the hall, close enough to see the frayed edge where it was cut, not unbuckled.
Cut.
Someone took it off Selene by force.
"That's not mine," I say, even though no one asked. "But it's my color. Exactly my color."
"Omega gray isn't rare," Lucien says carefully, like he's trying to talk himself into it as much as me. "Half the omegas on campus wear that shade."
"Not this shade." Eryx takes the band from the guard, turning it over, and his jaw tightens the way it does when he's holding something back to keep me calm. "This was dyed. Recently. To match a specific scent signature."
"Match whose?" Riven growls.
Eryx looks at me, and I already know the answer before he sa
