Phoenix stops by not long after I give up talking to Jessa, letting my words germinate in her mind.
It's lunch, and I don't do much, just throwing together some simple sandwiches and some vegetables that are left over from last night's dinner.
I watch Phoenix enter the room, my heart picking up speed. He gives me a curt nod before settling into the chair across from me and Jessa. There's a tightness around his eyes that I recognize—he's troubled about something.
Finally, Phoenix sets his food down and leans back in his chair, his gaze flickering between Jessa and me. "I need to talk to you both about something."
Jessa raises an eyebrow, her expression carefully neutral. "About what?"
Phoenix hesitates, and for a moment, I think he's going to brush it off. But then he lets out a heavy sigh. "About Ava and this whole omega situation."
My breath catches in my throat. This is it.
"What about it?" Jessa asks, her voice sharp.
