To ruin an Omega novel Chapter 343

Chapter 343: The Future 2

FIA

The Grand Luna’s words lingered between us, thin and suffocating, like something that did not want to dissolve.

"Considering they’ve already told you that much," I said. My voice sounded steadier than I felt, which almost made it worse. "There’s nothing left to hide."

I crossed the room before I could second guess myself. My legs felt light and heavy at the same time. She still held the bottle, her fingers curved around the neck of it, and when I reached for it she did not resist. I did not have to tug or insist. She simply let it go, like she had already decided I would need it more than she did. The glass was colder than I expected. It bit into my palm even though my hands were warm.

"I know the next order of business would be to convince me not to do it," I said, lifting my eyes to hers. Holding her gaze felt like holding a blade. "But I would be lying to you if I told you there was a chance you could change my mind."

She did not answer immediately. Instead, she turned her head slightly and looked toward the counter where Maren and Thorne stood as though someone had pressed pause on them. They had not moved since the conversation shifted, their silence loud in the room.

"Would you excuse us?" Morrigan asked.

They bowed. Maren’s movement was tight, strained, as if she wanted to argue but knew better. Thorne’s bow was smoother, practiced, the kind you give when you have learned that loyalty sometimes means swallowing your thoughts. Neither of them met my eyes. The door shut behind them with a quiet click that echoed far too loudly in the stillness that followed.

When Morrigan faced me again, something had changed. The sharpness I had braced myself for was gone. There was no steel in her expression now. There was something softer, something almost weary, as if she had already begun mourning something she did not yet understand.

"I would like to think that I know you well," she said. "I believe you wouldn’t just descend to violence without cause."

That landed deeper than any accusation could have. My throat tightened around a response I had not prepared. I swallowed and felt the burn of it. The bottle seemed heavier all of a sudden, like it had absorbed the weight of everything I was about to say.

"I should apologize first," I said.

Her brows drew together slightly. "About what?"

"Cian knows about Valentine."

The air shifted. I saw it in her face before she spoke. The color drained from her skin so quickly it frightened me. Her throat moved when she swallowed.

"Oh," she said, softer now. "You told him."

I nodded. There was no point pretending otherwise. "It was either that or..." The rest caught somewhere between my ribs and my mouth. I tried again. "It was either that or the other thing. And I couldn’t tell him the other thing."

She stepped toward me slowly, each movement deliberate, as if approaching a wounded animal that might bolt. "What other thing?" Her voice was not harsh. It was careful. "Talk to me. I want to know why you believe this is the option you have."

I had not meant to cry. I had promised myself I would not. But the tears came anyway, sudden and humiliating, blurring the edges of the room. I blinked hard, hoping to force them back, but they burned stubbornly at the corners of my eyes and slipped down before I could stop them.

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