To ruin an Omega novel Chapter 345

Chapter 345: What Justice?

ALDRIC

"Come in."

The door opened and Garrett stepped inside. He was tall. Broader in the shoulders than most of the other sentinels I had seen around the estate. Though he was young and has a decent looking face, it was still weathered in that way that came from years of outdoor work and probably a few too many fights. His eyes were his most redeeming geatures. I disliked them so much too. Because they looked sharp and alert. They swept the room in one quick motion before settling on me.

I stepped back and gestured toward the chair near the window. My hand was steady. My expression was neutral. Everything about me screamed casual concern.

"Sentinel Garrett. Thank you for coming."

He nodded once. "You requested my presence. Of course I would come."

"I did." I moved to lean against the dresser. My arms crossed over my chest and I let out a breath that sounded tired. Worried even. "I apologize if I’m being paranoid. I just can’t shake this feeling."

Garrett didn’t sit. He stood near the door with his hands at his sides. Professional, as he waited.

I continued. "Our witch guest left suddenly today. Madeline. I’m the reason she’s here in the first place. I vouched for her safety when I brought her into this estate. And now she’s gone and I’ve been calling her phone all morning. Nothing. She won’t pick up."

I paused and ran my hand through my hair. The gesture was meant to look frustrated. Agitated.

"Something doesn’t sit right with me. The way she left. All of it."

I sighed and shook my head. The picture of a concerned older acquaintance who was worried about his guest.

"The Alpha isn’t concerned about it. I understand that. Their relationship was turbulent at best. But she’s still a witch. And that species currently has it out for him because of his involvement in another witch’s murder. Not much can be done about that I suppose. It could also be seen as pound of flesh being gotten back. But a Supreme’s daughter?" I looked at Garrett directly. "I worry."

Garrett’s expression didn’t change. He just nodded slowly. "How can I be of help?"

"I was told you were at the gate when she left."

"I was."

"Can you tell me what you saw?"

Garrett’s jaw shifted slightly. He was thinking. Choosing his words.

"She left in a car. A Mercedes. Silver. One of the sentinels drove her."

"Who drove it?"

"Sentinel Carl."

I nodded and kept my face thoughtful. Concerned. "When did the car come back?"

"I’m not sure about that." Garrett’s voice was even. And because of that it felt practiced. "That part is murky. But I believe it was about forty minutes later."

Forty minutes. That lined up with what Ronan had told me earlier. The timeline was consistent. Nothing out of place there.

I watched Garrett’s face. There was no fracture in his story. No hesitation. No tells that would indicate he was lying or uncertain. He spoke like someone reciting facts.

"What time did she leave exactly?"

Garrett shifted his weight. "I apologize. I’m not sure of the exact time. All I know is that it was dawn. Early. Very early."

"Okay." I nodded and pushed off the dresser. "Thanks. That will be all."

Garrett looked me up and down. His eyes traveled from my face to my chest to my hands and back up again. There was something in his gaze. Something assessing.

"I guess that means I can go."

"Yes."

He turned toward the door. His movements were controlled. Deliberate. He reached for the handle and I watched him. My mind was working. Turning over everything he had said.

The answers felt rehearsed. Too smooth. Too clean. A lot like he had practiced them beforehand. As if someone had told him exactly what to say and how to say it.

I moved.

My feet carried me across the room in three quick strides. While I was silent with my steps, I was fast too. I raised my hand and reached toward the back of his head.

"Hey."

Garrett turned.

His eyes went wide when he saw how close I was. His hand shot down to his holster. His fingers wrapped around the grip of his gun and his whole body tensed like he was about to draw.

The look on his face was pure terror. Just for a second. A flash of fear that he couldn’t hide.

Then as quickly as it registered, he masked it.

Bingo.

I stopped and raised both hands in a placating gesture. My expression shifted to surprised and most importantly innocence.

"Woah. Just because you’re a sentinel doesn’t mean you should be trigger happy."

Garrett’s hand stayed on his gun. His breathing was faster now and he was trying his best to still it. I could hear it. I could see the way his chest rose and fell.

That was all the confirmation I needed. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify