To ruin an Omega novel Chapter 281

Chapter 281: Blessed be thy hands

FIA

Morrigan stared at me. Her mouth opened and closed like she was trying to form words that wouldn’t come.

"I don’t understand," she finally said. Her voice pitched higher. "What does that mean? Someone needs your help? Fia, your hand is... I don’t know if you can see it. But it’s glowing."

The blue light pulsed under my skin again. It moved like water caught beneath glass.

"This has happened before," I said.

"What does that mean?" Her hands were still on my shoulders. Her grip tightened. "Before when?"

I looked down at my palms. The light flickered and dimmed but didn’t disappear completely.

"I’m a healer," I said. The words felt strange in my mouth. I was after all speaking a truth I’d only just learned myself. "It’s how I survived that night. I fixed myself. And I think..." I paused. The hum thrummed through my bones. "The Goddess wants me to fix someone else now."

The light blinked in and out. Once. Twice. Then it died completely.

My hands looked normal again. But I could still feel it there under the surface. Waiting. Pulling me toward something.

"I need to help them now," I said.

I turned and scanned the room. There was a sweater draped over the back of the couch. I grabbed it and pulled it on. It was too big. The sleeves hung past my fingertips which was perfect.

The light flickered back to life under the fabric. I could see it glowing faintly through the knit. It was not obvious at all if you didn’t know where to look.

I tugged the sleeves down further and folded my hands together to hide the glow.

Morrigan was still standing there. Her face had gone pale. Her eyes were wide and glassy like she’d seen something that broke the world she knew.

Then she took a breath. A long one. She straightened her shoulders and lifted her chin.

"I’m coming with you," she said.

I nodded.

We left the Luna suite together. The hallway was quiet. Too quiet. My footsteps sounded too loud against the polished floor.

The hum grew stronger with every step I took. It wasn’t painful anymore. At this point, it just felt insistent. It pulled me forward like a rope tied around my ribs.

I followed it down one corridor. Then another. Morrigan kept pace beside me. She didn’t ask where we were going. She just followed.

The hum led us to a part of the estate I knew very well. The Infirmary.

We turned the corner and I saw the Infirmary ahead. The door was closed and a strange man stood outside, pacing back and forth. He was tall and broad-shouldered. His arms were crossed over his chest. He stopped pacing for a second and leaned against the wall like he was guarding something.

His eyes flicked to us as we approached. He didn’t say anything. But his eyes did linger on us like he was trying to figure us out.

I didn’t stop. I walked straight past him and pushed the door open.

Inside, the Infirmary smelled like antiseptic and something faintly sweet. Lavender and a sharp hint of chamomile.

Ronan stood near one of the beds. He was tall and lean. His dark hair was pulled back from his face. He looked down at some figure on the bed with an expression I couldn’t quite read.

The figure in the bed happened to be a girl who had bandages wrapped around her eyes. Her hands rested on top of the blanket. They were small and pale. Her breathing was shallow.

The hum exploded in my skull.

It wasn’t just louder. It was everything. It filled my head and my chest and my lungs. It pressed against my ribs from the inside.

This was her. She was the one my gifts were calling me to

I shoved my hands behind my back. The glow was getting brighter. I could feel it.

Ronan looked up and saw me. His face broke into a smile.

"Luna Fia," he said. His voice was warm. "It’s nice to see you are well."

He turned to Morrigan as well and bowed. She waved at him in response.

I forced a smile onto my face. It felt stiff and wrong. But I held it there.

Maren appeared from behind a curtain. She was wiping her hands on a cloth. Her eyes found mine immediately.

"Is anything the problem?" she asked.

"There is," I said. "I feel something is off with me."

Maren’s expression shifted. "Oh." She walked closer. "Let us have you checked out."

"It’s more of a very personal matter," I said quickly. "I don’t think men should be in the room."

Ronan’s eyebrows lifted. Then he nodded.

"Oh, no problem," he said. "I’ll be on my way."

He walked toward the door. Slow. He hesitated at the threshold. His hand lingered on the frame. Then he stepped through and disappeared into the hallway.

I waited until his footsteps faded. Then I moved.

I crossed the room in three strides and locked the door as quietly as I could manage. The click sounded too loud in the silence.

I pulled the sweater off and crouched down. I tucked it under the crack at the bottom of the door to block the light from spilling out.

When I stood and turned around, Maren was staring at my hand.

Her mouth fell open. Her eyes went wide.

She gasped.

I moved fast. I pressed my finger to my lips and stared at her hard.

Maren clamped her mouth shut. Her eyes were still huge. But she nodded.

"What the heck is wrong with your hand?" she whispered.

The light pulsed brighter. The hum cranked up another notch. It was so loud now I didn’t understand how they couldn’t hear it.

I walked toward the girl on the bed. Each step made the light flare hotter.

"Who is she?" I asked.

Maren didn’t answer at first. She was still staring at my hand. Then she looked at Morrigan. Her expression screamed "Are you seeing this too?"

Morrigan just stood there. She was... the only right word for it would be shell shocked as she stays silent while watching.

"Maren!" I said.

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