Burn Me Once Burn With Me (Ruby Grayson) novel Chapter 121

The nurse blinked, looking a little surprised.

Hearing her words, Cassian's rigid posture finally relaxed, the tension that had electrified the room now ebbing away.

Ruby was safe. That was all that mattered.

Relief crashed over him, and suddenly exhaustion seeped into his bones. He rubbed his forehead, only now realizing just how tightly he'd been wound over Ruby's well-being.

His brow furrowed, as if he were working through some complicated problem. The nurse had called it a minor scrape, but an injury was still an injury—he had no idea how bad it really was.

Cassian wrestled with uncertainty, eyes cast downward in thought. Just then, a pair of scuffed white sneakers appeared in his field of vision, and the air filled with a soft, familiar scent.

That unexplainable sense of recognition wrapped around his arms and pressed gently against his chest, squeezing all the remaining air from his lungs.

He held his breath, almost afraid to exhale.

"I'm fine,"

Her voice was gentle, soothing, soft as a breeze drifting in through an open window. In that moment, the knots in Cassian's chest unraveled.

He cleared his throat and looked up, trying to mask his relief with a veneer of indifference. "Good. I'm glad you're alright."

"Cassian." Ruby spoke his name, reaching across the gap between them.

His fingers stilled mid-motion; for a second, he looked almost lost, clinging to a cold composure as if it might shield him from her presence.

She'd been gone a year—locked away, then out again, never once seeing him before she vanished. Even after all his attempts to force a meeting, she'd always met him with plain hostility and rejection.

To hear her call his name now caught him completely off guard.

Ruby's gaze flicked past him to the row of bodyguards stationed behind him.

Sylas, upon learning her injuries were minor, had excused himself to "take care of something." Even though they'd barely exchanged more than a few words, she could read his intentions in the briefest glance.

Then there was the golden retriever the nurses had been whispering about—Sylas had personally brought the dog in for a full examination.

All these strange details pointed to a single possibility.

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