Amelia’s POV
The sound of shattering glass snaps me from the conversation I am having with a guest, the sharp, clattering crash ringing in the air like a warning bell. I turn instantly, my stomach tightening as I catch sight of Elsa frozen near the centre of the entrance hall, hands trembling, the tray of drinks tipped forward, some tumbling to the polished floor. The other omegas gasp, skittering backwards to avoid stepping in the mess, and for a heartbeat, time seems to slow. Ryan’s gaze snaps to the commotion as fast as mine, his body stiffening, the taut lines of his jaw and the tightening of his hands on the glass he is holding telling me all I need to know. He doesn’t need an explanation; he knows something is wrong before even a single word is spoken.
“Elsa,” he calls, his voice l
