C7 The Color Of My Own Blood

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