LXIII

Throughout the day, Kieran observed her actions inside the reeking plant. Luke was correct in his assessment. The omegas avoided her and Lyla seemed utterly unconcerned as she kept to her corner, purposefully distancing herself. All but the old woman had turned on the very catalyst of their freedom.

Envisioning a long row of women swinging, their hanged corpses on display to any who would deny his mate, Kieran measured each wary look they turned towards Lyla, even hating the women who gently ignored the suffering, dark-haired girl.

They were all unworthy of her, every single one, just like this city of lies and evil.