Lilieth

Petra, of course, is standing right in the center of the group—the ringleader of the whole operation, no doubt, since she's the resentful one.

I wonder if the others know she'll be Luna and if so, why the hell they're so supportive when they don't stand a chance.

I'll never understand it.

Petra steps forward. Her eyes scan my face before venturing lower, and I watch as they settle on the letters in my hand, which I instinctively hold closer to my chest.

"What does the Omega have ...