Jasmine Smith:
"Where are your manners?" I snapped, glaring at the trembling Omega. Lemonade dripped from my hair onto the polished floor, soaking the front of my uniform.
"Someone... someone hit me... that’s why..." she stuttered.
Shit!
I didn’t let her finish and went to her to hold her hair, "Stop making excuses, Omega," I hissed while shoving her head, "Get lost before I kill you!"
The poor girl immediately dropped to her knees, "I’m... I’m sorry, Lady Jasmine. It was an accident."
She lowered her head even further.
"Enough!" Lucien’s voice boomed across the hall, "Jasmine. Let it go!" I snapped my eyes to his face and bared my neck to show him submission.
"My dear," The Queen rose gracefully from her chair and walked over to me. She took one look at my soaked clothes and frowned, "Relax, love. Go and change. It will hardly take a few minutes."
I shook my head immediately, "I can’t, Your Highness," I straightened my posture, "I’m on duty."
"Jasmine!" Lucien called my name again, "Listen to her. Go and change. Now!"
"But, My King..."
"GO! IT’S AN ORDER!"
I quickly offered him a curtsy and walked off. That was what I wanted. I needed to reach the Southern gate before Arabella tried to cross it.
But first I needed to go to my room and get cleaned. While changing my clothes, my mind went to Arabella.
Goddess. She was so clumsy. The way her hands were shaking... such a fool she was.
I hurried to my room to peel off the sticky uniform and splash cold water over my face.
"What a mess," I muttered, pulling on a fresh uniform before tying my hair into a tight ponytail. The whole thing had been far messier than I’d planned. I let out a quiet sigh.
I picked up my pistol and stepped back into the corridor. I needed to check the Southern gate before going back to the dining area.
Soon...
Soon she would disappear from our lives, and there would be no one between Lucien and me. With Arabella gone, he would move on. He had to.
Soon Lucien would be mine.
After I reached the southern gate, I found four guards standing there.
"Where is the relief squad?" I asked as I approached. I needed to get it done before Arabella reached here.
"They haven’t arrived yet."
My brows drew together, "Goddess. Why didn’t you inform me? They were supposed to replace you before dinner."
After the relief squad reached the gates, I mindlinked to check the security of the other gates. I needed to go back to the dining hall, or Arabella might mess up the plan.
***
Arabella Toussaint:
The dining hall stayed quiet after Jasmine stormed out. Conversations slowly started again, and I lowered my gaze to my plate.
How long would the medicine take to work?

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