To ruin an Omega novel Chapter 354

Chapter 354: Red wine Problems 2

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I poured a small measure of moon water into the mortar. The liquid turned the powder into a thin paste. I stirred it carefully. The mixture needed to be smooth and consistent. Any lumps could affect how quickly it worked.

My chest felt tight.

"It was dumb."

The words came out sharper than I intended. It was probably rude as hell but I couldn’t mind that. I was genuinely worried.

"You didn’t have to put your life on the line to take down that bastard."

Tears burned at the corners of my eyes. I blinked them back. Now was not the time to fall apart.

"Anything could have happened," I said. My voice cracked. "Anything. Your safety is paramount."

I heard the bed creak behind me.

Then Morrigan’s hand touched mine.

I turned.

She had sat up slightly. Her fingers wrapped around my wrist in a warm and steady manner.

"You know why I did it."

Her eyes held mine.

"For your safety. For Cian. If I achieved that, then I was fine perishing."

The tears spilled over.

I wiped them away with the back of my free hand. Then I picked up the bowl with the paste and moved back to the bed. Morrigan settled against the pillows again. I sat beside her and brought the bowl to her lips.

"Please, open."

She obeyed.

I tilted the bowl carefully. The paste slid onto her tongue. She swallowed it in small amounts. Her face twisted at the taste. Wolfsbane was bitter and unpleasant. But necessary.

When the bowl was empty I set it aside.

"Well," I said quietly, "it seems what we did was an overkill."

Morrigan managed a weak smile.

"Cian was planning something and whatever he planned worked. Now Aldric could die in that cell or during the trial. It might raise a few questions."

She swallowed the last of the paste. Her throat worked slowly.

"A monster takes himself out to preserve his dignity," she said. "I don’t know. It seems very likely. Wno would question that?"

I reached for her hand. Her fingers closed around mine.

"It seems it might all work out in the end after all."

Morrigan’s breathing had already started to even out. The paste was working. The wolfsbane would counteract the poison. The nettle would help her body process what remained. Moon water bound it all together and accelerated the healing.

She would be fine.

"Your vision will be old news," she said. "So stop worrying."

Her voice was getting quieter. Drowsier.

"If he does die in a cell... Or he somehow survives long enough to be charged by the elder’s circle, this is a done deal either way."

I wanted to believe that.

I wanted to feel the relief that should have come with knowing Aldric had finally been caught. That justice was coming for him. That everything we had planned and risked had led to this moment.

But something gnawed at me.

"I don’t know," I said. "I heard he brought up the elder’s circle by himself. What if he’s plotting something?"

Morrigan’s eyes were half-closed now. The paste had started pulling her toward sleep. It was part of the healing process. Her body needed rest to recover.

"Nothing he could be plotting could save him."

I held her hand tighter.

"Yeah. I guess you’re right."

Thorne cleared his throat behind me. I had almost forgotten he and Maren were still in the room. They had stayed near the door. Watching and waiting.

"Is she going to be okay?" Thorne asked.

I nodded. "She’ll be fine. The paste will work."

Maren stepped closer. Her eyes moved between Morrigan and me.

"What happened to her?"

"She poisoned Aldric and to sell it, she has to take some too."

The words hung in the air.

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