I spread the new weekly chart across the desk and leaned back in Shade's chair, the one we'd dragged into the Luna office because the old one squeaked too much. The omegas had been switching shifts on their own for weeks. A few were too far along in their pregnancies to do full rounds, and two were on complete rest orders. I kept rewriting the duty schedules, but every time I got one finished, another name had to be moved or cut entirely.
The door clicked open behind me.
Athena didn't knock. She barely moved. She just drifted into the room with that thousand-yard stare and bags under her eyes so dark I thought for a second she'd walked into something face first.
I set my pen down.
"If I didn't know better," I muttered, "I'd think Cy gave you two black eyes. Those bags are tragic."
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