To ruin an Omega novel Chapter 407

Chapter 407: King Lear and Cordelia 2

ALDRIC

The room beyond was dark and still.

Empty.

Good.

I eased the panel open the rest of the way and pulled myself up, the cold floor meeting my feet as I stepped into the room.

For a moment, I just stood there, letting my eyes adjust.

Nothing had changed.

The bed was unmade, sheets twisted as if he had left in a hurry. Clothes hung loosely over a chair. A glass of water sat untouched on the nightstand.

It felt like he might walk back in at any moment.

I moved to the dresser and pulled open the top drawer.

There were shirts there, folded neatly and pressed.

I reached in, took one, and ran the fabric between my fingers.

It was soft and clean but had been used repeatedly.

It would do.

I folded it again and tucked it under my arm before turning back toward the hidden panel.

Lowering myself down, I pulled it closed above me and dropped back into the shaft, descending carefully until my feet found the passage floor.

Darkness stretched ahead once more.

I started walking.

My mind had already moved on.

I needed a witch, someone discreet, someone who would not ask questions, someone capable of a spirit summoning.

Ronan was dead and would have already been shamefully buried already.

But that didn’t mean he was gone.

Spirits held on to things. Knowledge, memories, the kind of information the living could no longer reach.

If I could summon him, I could make him talk.

And if he talked, I would find what I was looking for. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

His own fleshcraft files.

The leverage I needed against Valentine, Pauline and Fia.

Without those files, my case was built on testimony alone... On the word of a dodgy delicate who had seen fragments and most of all, on my own accusations.

That might be enough.

But it would not be certain.

The files would make it certain.

They would give me proof. Concrete. Undeniable.

And once I had that, I could move.

I could go to the supernatural council. To the royal family.

I could expose Valentine. Pauline. Fia.

All of them.

At once.

And watch everything Cian had built crumble around him.

When I reached the main passage again, I slowed to a stop, letting my thoughts catch up with me as the silence settled in.

There were several witches I knew, some I had worked with before and others whose reputations alone were enough to make them options, but most of them were too visible, too connected, and far too likely to talk if the wrong pressure was applied.

That ruled them out almost immediately.

Still, one name remained.

A hedge witch, independent and deliberately removed from coven politics, living far beyond the edges of Skollrend territory in a small cabin near the forest where few people had reason to go.

I had gone to her once, years ago, for something minor that barely warranted the effort, yet she had handled it with a level of efficiency and discretion that had stayed with me.

She had not asked questions.

She had not spoken more than necessary.

She would work.

With that settled, I started forward again, my pace steady as the passage carried me toward the outer sections of the estate, where the tunnels thinned out and connected to the service entrances used by staff who were never meant to be seen.

Another shaft came into view, and I climbed it without hesitation, pushing open the panel at the top with practiced care.

It opened into a storage room.

Empty, as expected.

I pulled myself out, closed the panel behind me, and crossed the room in a few quiet steps before reaching for the door.

It gave way easily beneath my hand.

Beyond it, the hallway stretched out in stillness, undisturbed and silent in a way that made everything feel momentarily suspended.

I stepped into it and kept walking, neither hurried nor cautious, because there was no need for either.

No one stopped me.

No one questioned me.

I was Gabriel now, and that alone was enough.

Trusted, believed, welcomed back without resistance.

A victim returned.

I could move freely now, and the absence of resistance felt almost unreal as I crossed the remaining distance to the main entrance and pushed through the doors without hesitation.

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