To ruin an Omega novel Chapter 337

Chapter 337: Brand new person 2

VALENTINE

Protective runes?

The kind that guarded against magical intrusion. Those things were rare and mostly because they were old.

It was the sort it bullshit skill that belonged and was boarded by powerful houses.

The Blossom house had a few. But those were small and not as significant nor violent.

If we were dealing with rules and cloaking spells of that magnitude. I demanded answers. What was going on? What was my daughter in the middle of this mess?

I unlocked my phone with shaking hands. I found Cian’s contact and immediately dialed.

It rang.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

A full minute passed with nothing but that hollow ringing sound.

"Pick up the fucking phone," I hissed.

He didn’t.

"Mother fucker," I cursed and tried again. This time I was ready to hurl the phone across the room if he didn’t answer. My finger hovered over the end call button.

Then the line clicked.

"Hello. Cian speaking."

His voice was calm. Far too calm for my liking. Like he was answering a casual business call. Like my daughter wasn’t missing. Like the world, my world wasn’t falling apart.

"Are you insane?" The words exploded out of me. "How can you be calm when my daughter is missing? Where the hell is my Madeline?"

There was a pause. A beat of silence that stretched too long.

"I’m confused," Cian said. His tone hadn’t changed. He was still calm and his tone was still just as measured. "Didn’t she call? She left here early this morning."

"What?" My mind stalled as tried to process what he was saying. "That makes no sense. She wouldn’t leave. It’s starting to feel like she was fucking kidnapped and that should concern you."

And then Cian laughed.

It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t theatrical. It was quiet and genuine and absolutely chilling. The kind of laugh that made my blood run cold. That made me stop mid-breath and just stare at Wilhelm, who was still on the ground, staring back at me with wide, shocked eyes.

The laugh died down slowly.

When Cian spoke again, his voice had changed. It had taken on a different quality. There was something darker about it. Something that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

"Why wouldn’t she leave?" he asked. "Would that be until Aldric sat on my seat? On my father’s seat? Is that it, Valentine Blossom?"

My eyes started to shake.

The room blurred. The walls seemed to tilt inward. My mouth opened but nothing came out.

"Cian," I managed finally. "What are you talking about?"

"Your very next words determine whether your daughter lives or dies."

The statement was delivered without emotion. Without inflection. Like he was telling me the weather.

What did he know? Fuck. What was I saying? He knew. He fucking knew.

"You wouldn’t." My voice cracked.

"You have no idea what I’m willing to do right now." There was heat in his words now. Real heat. "After what you’ve done, Valentine. Using your own daughter as a shield to escape punishment for crimes against Supernatural society is one thing. But trying to assassinate my wife? Oh. Wrong move."

Wilhelm’s face went pale. He mouthed the word "what" at me, his expression horrified.

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