Ryder stood quietly in his cell, back to the entrance. He'd been like that for two nights, not sitting, lying down, or eating. And the guards were beginning to worry if he intended to starve himself to death.
They didn't know why the Luna sent him into the dungeon. In fact, they should be pleased that the servant who'd been making them restless had been thrown aside, but they couldn't.
"It's the second night. What should we do?"
"If I know, I won't be this frustrated."
"Let's ignore him."
"And if something happened to him? Will you be able to bear the consequences?"
The Luna was unpredictable. The last thing they wanted was to be blamed for the servant's actions.
"Hey!" One of them banged on the bar, the sound echoing through the cell. "Hey, Omega! You need to eat something. If you don't, you'll weaken yourself." The guard's voice was firm but laced with concern.
Ryder didn't respond, didn't even flinch. He just stood there, his back to the entrance, his eyes shut.
