Daphne's POV
A bitter laugh escaped her throat. "You think you understand what happens when someone breaks the rules here. For us, it's infinitely worse. I refuse to let that be my fate."
"Excellent," I said.
Her eyes widened. "Excellent?"
"That's right," I repeated. I moved toward the bathroom entrance.
But she continued talking. "You're not safe here yet either. Keep your scheming to yourself."
Two Omegas entered behind her, carrying stacks of luggage. I stopped at the bathroom threshold.
"I'll be washing," I announced, dismissing her warnings about scheming. "Choose something elegant. Blue, preferably. Something that radiates purity."
"A calculated color choice to provoke a particular response," Isla stated coldly. "You only make those selections when you're planning something. I don't believe you should—"
