To ruin an Omega novel Chapter 361

Chapter 361: Ain’t it Delicate

FIA

I stayed against the wall for what felt like an eternity but was probably only a few moments. My legs still trembled. The taste of bile clung to the back of my throat no matter how many times I swallowed.

Footsteps echoed down the hallway.

I looked up and saw Maren hurrying toward me. Her eyes went wide when she took in the scene. Me slumped against the stone. The mess on the floor.

"Goddess, are you alright?"

I tried to straighten. "I’m fine."

Maren’s gaze dropped to the vomit pooling near my feet. "Clearly not."

She closed the distance between us and put a hand on my shoulder. Her touch was steady and grounding.

"Can you stand?"

I pushed off the wall. The hallway tilted immediately. My vision swam and I felt my knees buckle.

Maren caught me before I could fall. Her arm went around my waist and she pulled me against her side.

"I’ve got you," she said.

She turned her head and called out loudly. "Someone, please. I need help here."

Two Omegas appeared around the corner moments later. They stopped dead when they saw us. Their faces registered shock as they took in the state of me and the floor.

"Please take care of this," Maren said, gesturing at the mess.

Both Omegas nodded quickly and hurried off, presumably to fetch cleaning supplies.

Maren adjusted her grip on me. "We should head to the infirmary."

I wanted to argue. To insist I was fine. But another wave of dizziness swept through me and I swallowed the protest.

"Perhaps the mourning moon somehow affected you," Maren said as we started moving. Her voice was calm but there was an edge of concern beneath it.

I shook my head weakly. "It doesn’t feel like it."

"Please do not be stubborn."

I let her lead me down the hall. Each step felt like wading through water. My body was heavy and uncooperative.

We turned another corner and nearly ran straight into that man; Valentine and Madeline.

Madeline’s eyes went to me immediately. They widened. Her gaze swept over how I leaned heavily on Maren, how my face must have looked pale and clammy.

We exchanged looks. Hers was filled with something I couldn’t quite read. Worry maybe. Or curiosity. She opened her mouth like she wanted to say something but then closed it again.

She then walked past without a word.

Her father, Valentine, however, didn’t move.

He lingered in the hallway. His eyes fixed on me with that same unsettling intensity I had noticed earlier.

"You don’t look so good," he said.

Maren’s grip on me tightened. "Could you please excuse us."

Valentine raised his hands slightly. "I apologize." He paused. "It is just that you remind me a lot of someone."

My skin prickled. A shudder ran through me that had nothing to do with the nausea.

"I hope after all of this gets done we can truly get to know each other, Luna Fia."

The way he said my name made something cold settle in my chest.

Madeline walked back and grabbed her father by the arm. "Not the time."

She pulled him away. Valentine let himself be led but his eyes stayed on me until they turned the corner and disappeared from view.

I watched the empty space where they had been. That cold feeling didn’t fade.

Maren slowly guided me forward again. "Come on. Let’s get you checked."

The infirmary doors were already open when we arrived. Inside, the space was quiet. Thorne wasn’t back yet. My mother-in-law, Luna Morrigan still slept in one of the cots on the far side of the room. Her breathing was soft and even now.

Maren helped me to a chair near the workspace. I sank into it gratefully.

"I’ll concoct a cure for safety," she said, already moving toward the shelves of herbs and bottles.

"I was careful," I said. My voice came out weaker than I intended. "It wasn’t mourning moon. This is something else."

Maren paused and looked back at me. "What do you need then?"

I took a slow breath. My heart was beating faster now. Not from fear exactly. Something closer to anticipation.

"Blue vervain," I said. "Moonwort. Powdered limestone."

Maren turned fully to face me. Her expression shifted. "Crushed beet petals?"

I nodded.

Her eyes widened. "That would be a..."

She didn’t finish. She stared at me for a long moment and then her hands flew to her mouth.

"No way."

"I’m not sure," I said. My hands were shaking now. "But that is what it feels like. It is what my gut tells me and it doesn’t tend to be wrong."

Maren stood frozen for another beat. Then she spun and grabbed a small glass container from one of the lower cabinets. She thrust it toward me.

"Pee in this."

I took the container. My fingers felt clumsy around the smooth glass.

"I’ll go make the mixture," Maren said. She was already pulling ingredients from the shelves before I could respond.

I stood carefully and made my way to the small toilet attached to the infirmary. My legs still felt unsteady but the dizziness had faded to a dull hum in the background.

I first took a moment to wash the taste of bile out of my mouth.

Then, inside the cramped space, I filled the container. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. I had to grip it with both hands to keep from dropping it.

When I came back out, Maren already had a beaker sitting on the workspace. The solution inside was a pale violet. Delicate and almost pretty in the lamplight.

I walked over and handed her the container.

She opened it without hesitation and poured the contents into the beaker.

Nothing happened at first.

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