To ruin an Omega novel Chapter 323

Chapter 323: Lie Lie Lie 1

FIA

Morning filtered through the curtains and painted the ceiling in a pale wash of light. I had been awake for a while, propped on one elbow, watching him breathe.

His chest moved in a slow rhythm. One arm rested above his head, fingers loose, his body arranged in careless comfort. Sleep stripped him of the sharpness he carried during the day. No authority in his expression. No calculation. His mouth was slightly parted, his lashes resting against his cheek. He looked younger this way. Unburdened.

I had already taken care of what needed doing downstairs. Thorne met me in the hallway. Our voices stayed low. The plastic bag passed between us with deliberate care, both of us aware of what it represented without speaking it aloud. He did not question me. He only said he would keep it until I asked for it. His eyes held judgment, worry, and loyalty all at once. I accepted all three and went back upstairs.

Now I lay beside Cian with something unsettled pressing beneath my ribs. It was not fear. Neither was it guilt. This was something harder to name.

His eyes opened gradually, awareness returning without urgency. He blinked and then found me immediately.

"Hey, beautiful," he said, voice rough with sleep.

He reached for me and pulled me into his chest with quiet certainty. I went easily, pressing my face into his shoulder. I gave myself a few seconds without thought, without strategy, without the weight of what I had just done.

He drew back slightly to study me. "Did I look good while I slept?"

"You gave damsel in distress," I said.

The laugh that broke from him was genuine and low. He tried to compose himself afterward, pressing his lips together as if that would restore his dignity, but the warmth lingered in his eyes.

He stretched, arms spreading wide, spine arching as a groan slipped from him. Strength rolled through the movement. When he settled again, his hand remained at my waist.

"I have a busy day today," he said.

"Pack business?"

"That too." His gaze drifted upward. "But mostly the Ronan and Aldric situation. The card doesn’t seem to be doing enough."

He kept his tone even, but tension gathered along his jaw.

"i know silence is its own answer," he continued. "But I intend to shatter ranks today."

I pushed myself up to look at him properly. "Cian."

He turned his head toward me.

"That approach is volatile. Once you fracture something at that level, you cannot dictate how it reforms. If you move too quickly, you risk losing control of it."

"I know," he said. His eyes were steady. "I will not act without thought. Trust me."

He kissed me then, slow and deliberate. There was no urgency in it, only intention. When we parted, I noticed something caught in his hair near his temple.

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