C30 Thirty

CIARA

The high collar of the velvet gown was rubbing against the fresh, raw sting of the claiming mark. I didn't focus on the pain; my eyes were locked entirely on the head of the mahogany table where Hayes sat.

In the center of the marble floor, a young omega servant was on her knees, her hands shaking against the stone.

"The ledger is explicit, Alpha," Elder Vance barked