To ruin an Omega novel Chapter 271

Chapter 271: Man in the mirror 1

CIAN

Ronan understood without needing it spelled out. At least, he tried to. Any other time, if I did not know what I knew now, I would have thought it was simply one of his traits, that uncanny ability to read a room the way some men read a battlefield.

But when Maren’s hand came up, flat against his chest, he did not argue. He did not protest. There was a shadow in his eyes all the same, something dark and restrained, even as his expression gave nothing away. He stepped back, offered me a single nod, and stayed exactly where he was.

I walked past Maren into the infirmary.

The room was quieter than I expected. The healers had done their work in a fast and clean fashion. The stretcher was gone. In its place, the girl lay on one of the narrow cots near the back wall, the white sheet pulled up to her collarbone, her hands resting at her sides like someone had placed them there carefully. Someone had. Her hair had been brushed back from her face and the worst of the blood had been cleaned away. The skin along her forehead and cheeks still looked raw and wrong, swollen in places, shiny in others, but it was the bandages that drew my eyes. The thick, white, fabric was wrapped tight around her face from her forehead down to just below her nose. Over where her eyes were. Both of them were completely covered.

I stopped walking.

I turned to Maren.

She was already looking at me. She knew the question before I asked it. I didn’t have to say a word. It was all in my face, in the way my jaw had gone tight the second I saw those bandages, and she knew.

She shook her head.

Just once. But it spoke in numbers.

"We tried," she said. Her voice was low, careful, the way it always was when the news was the kind that didn’t get easier no matter how many times she had to give it. "Both of us worked on her as best as we knew. But the tissue was too far gone, Cian. The fire, whatever it was, it didn’t just burn the surface. It went deep. Deeper than anything I’ve seen do that kind of damage in that short a window of time. By the time we got to her to help, there was nothing left to save."

The words settled into me like stones dropping into water. I felt each one land.

"Nothing," I said.

"Nothing." She held my gaze and didn’t flinch. "I’m sorry."

I stood there for a second as the weight of it sat. Then I breathed out, slow, through my nose.

"Madeline," I said. "I’ll talk to Madeline."

Maren nodded. She didn’t say anything else. She didn’t need to. We both knew what Madeline was capable of. We both knew, too, that asking her for a favor right now was its own kind of gamble after what I had done. But it was the only card left on the table, and I was going to play it.

I turned and walked toward the girl.

She didn’t move when I approached. She didn’t flinch or shift or tighten. She just lay there, still, her breathing shallow but steady, her bandaged face turned slightly toward the ceiling. She looked small on that cot. Smaller than she had in the garage. Like the fight had drained out of her and left nothing but the frame.

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