"How is the research going?"
"We've created a chemical compound that is toxic to omegas with minimal effects on alphas. It affects the provisional womb of an omega male, causing an infection hard to find on medical scan."
"How long until death?"
"About a week."
"Too much."
"Anything more rash will show on the blood tests. It's the safest option, aunt."
"Fine."
Lucrezia sat right on my desk, on top of the papers I had been working on for weeks.
Her heel grazed the edge of a chart I had spent hours formatting.
She tapped her foot, rapid and sharp, scattering my focus with each beat.
The brand label on her dress caught the light. It looked new, expensive.
Her hair was pulled into a loose updo, strands slipping out as if she didn't care how it held.
She leaned slightly, adjusting her position without moving off the documents. I could see the smudge from her shoe on the margin of a critical page.
