Sarah POV
“Are you sure that’s enough?” Sarah asked Nora, one of her trusted omegas. She had a few women in this castle who she trusted with her life, one of them being Nora. Nora was one of Sarah’s personal omegas and the only one who was allowed to clean her room.
“More might kill them,” Nora whispered, with an unsure expression on her face. She was a pretty girl, with ginger hair and cute freckles on her face. She was petite in frame, not much in height, and had a very impressive full bosom. She had that look of innocence to her that men liked, which would be perfect for the task at hand.
“Okay, fine. We don’t want to harm them,” Yet. Sarah was wary of the guards, but she was willing to give them the benefit of the doubt. Maybe Alastair was threatening their families or something.
