Elisabeth's POV
My phone buzzed against my hip as I navigated the sprawling hallways of Jefferson's estate. When I checked the screen, warmth bloomed in my chest at his name. The message was lengthy, detailed in that careful way of his as he explained his whereabouts, his schedule, and warned me he might not return tonight.
Home. The thought struck me unexpectedly, sending ripples of emotion through my core. I loved him deeply, completely, but should I voice those feelings? Did he share them? The questions swirled until I entered the main hall and stopped dead.
Alana commanded the center of the room like a battlefield general. More than twenty omegas surrounded her, their attention riveted as she addressed them with theatrical flair.
"Ladies and gentlemen, today we march to war," she declared, her voice echoing off the high ceilings.
I blinked hard, her dramatic proclamation yanking me from my thoughts.
War? What was she talking about?
