To ruin an Omega novel Chapter 432

Chapter 432: Meet your maker 2

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Valentine approached my left arm. He adjusted the restraint there, exposing more of my inner elbow. The vein that ran along the crook of my arm.

Perfect for a blood draw.

I looked past him to where Number Four stood shaking, her hand continuing its transformation into something that didn’t belong on a mortal body.

"If you want to live, help me get free, and I will have mercy."

My voice stayed level and calm. I made it an offer, not a plea.

The girl stared at me for a long moment.

Then she scoffed and looked away.

I turned my attention back to Valentine as he brought the needle closer to my arm.

Something inside me shifted.

It started small. A warmth in my palms that spread through my fingers, up my wrists. But this was not the familiar blue glow of healing. This was different. Cooler and precise.

It reminded me a lot of the olive branch and the garnet stone.

This was Athena’s gifts settling into place like they’d been waiting for exactly this moment.

Valentine paused. He looked at my face, and whatever he saw there made him tilt his head slightly.

"Wow, the look of death."

His tone held curiosity rather than concern. Like he was cataloging my expressions for later analysis.

"What are you going to do? Heal me to death?"

I felt the power take root inside me. Felt it spread through my body like water finding every crack and crevice. The sensation I got from both the garnet stone and the olive branch pulsed once against my palm, even though I couldn’t see them in the physical world. Still, it felt as though it had sunk into my skin and become part of me.

"No."

I held his gaze.

"This." 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

I flicked my finger.

The movement was small. It should have been nothing, just a careless twitch of skin and bone.

But the air bent with it.

Something unseen snapped tight between us, like a wire pulled too far. The pressure hit him a heartbeat later, sudden and violent, as if the space around his body had decided to reject him.

Valentine didn’t just move. He was taken.

His feet left the ground first, balance stolen before he could fight it. Then the force followed through.

His body slammed into the cobblestone wall with enough force to crack the stone. The impact echoed through the space, sharp and final. He crumpled to the floor, the breath driven from his lungs, the syringe still clutched in his hand, and he didn’t move.

I turned my attention to the restraints, to the metal that had pinned me down only moments ago, built with the kind of confidence that assumed anything caught in it would stay caught. They weren’t meant for someone like me; they were meant for worse, stronger things, and that alone should have been enough to keep me still.

I reached for them anyway, not with my hands.

The power came fast, almost impatient, slipping around the metal like it had been waiting for this. I felt along the edges without touching them, sensing where the strength held and where it thinned out, where the structure gave just a little if you pushed the right way.

So I did.

The metal didn’t give easily at first. It held, stubbornly, then started to strain under the pressure. The sound came next, sharp and ugly, like something being forced past its limit, and then it broke. Not all at once, but enough. Enough for the rest to follow.

The restraints shattered apart, tearing loose from my wrists, my ankles, my torso. Pieces hit the ground in uneven bursts, loud in the quiet, then quieter as the last fragments fell still.

And just like that, it was over.

I pulled in a breath and sat up.

Every muscle in my body protested the moment I moved. Pain shot through my ribs, settled deep in my hip, and throbbed behind my skull like something trying to split it open. It didn’t matter. I could move, and that was enough.

I was free.

"What the fuck!"

Number Four’s voice cut through the ringing in my ears, sharp enough to pull my focus. I turned toward her just as she threw her hands up, panic already written across her face.

I felt it before I saw it.

The air around me thickened, pressing in the same way it had when she used it on Morrigan. That invisible force came at me again, harder this time, like she was trying to crush me outright instead of testing it.

It never reached me.

Whatever she sent unraveled halfway there, breaking apart before it could touch me, like it had nothing to hold on to. It scattered, thinned, then vanished completely.

She stumbled back, eyes wide, something like fear finally cutting through her confidence.

I didn’t give her time to recover.

I moved.

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