#Chapter 36 The Balcony Gossip

The moonlight cast long shadows across the terrace as I made my way to the Ruby Room, my footsteps muffled by the plush carpeting. It was late—much later than I’d intended, yet again. This investigation was eating up all my waking hours and then some. The band lead wasn’t panning out, and that put us back and square one. I was having sudden bouts of nausea and already couldn’t stand the smell of chamomile, which was in the tea I always drank in the evening. I wasn’t getting as much sleep as I should, especially when my body was spending so much energy trying to build an entire person. And yet, I couldn’t slow down. There were six victims, six missing Omegas, six families with a gaping hole where a beloved member used to stand. Six people whose deaths couldn’t be confirmed, meaning they could very well be alive right at that moment. Six people who could be going through horrible tortures to survive, crying out for help that I was meant to give them. I was going to find them.