Burn Me Once Burn With Me (Ruby Grayson) novel Chapter 89

No sooner had he given the order than a staggering figure appeared beneath the streetlamp.

Ruby's face was pale as paper.

The medicine she'd stuffed in her coat pocket was gone.

No surprise there—she guessed it had been knocked loose during the chaotic shoving as everyone rushed out earlier.

She'd already gotten Mira safely back to the hotel, but when she realized the medicine was missing, she had no choice but to brave the biting wind and retrace her steps.

Cassian's heart, unsettled and restless just moments before, somehow steadied itself at the sight of her familiar silhouette.

Ruby's mind was entirely consumed by the need to find the medicine for Mira. Flashlight in hand, she swept the ground inch by inch, searching desperately.

"Is this what you're looking for?"

A hand appeared in her line of sight, and in the palm—exactly what she needed: the anti-diarrheal pills.

"Yes!" Ruby's eyes brightened. Relief and gratitude washed over her as she snatched the bottle and looked up. "Thank—"

The word caught in her throat.

Cassian?

He raised an eyebrow, pretending not to notice her startled, rigid expression.

"Well? Aren't you going to give her the medicine?"

His deep, husky voice echoed along the empty street, carried by the cold night breeze.

Ruby snapped out of her daze, instinctively taking a few steps back to put distance between them.

Every line of her body signaled resistance, her frown deepening with each movement.

Cassian hesitated, his hand half-raised as if to help, then casually let it fall.

They'd lost enough time already. Anxiety burning in her chest, Ruby couldn't wait to get back to the hotel. She cradled Mira in one arm while fumbling with the medicine bottle in the other, fingers trembling.

Her nerves got the better of her. Sweat beaded on her palms as she struggled with the cap, glancing down at Mira's tightly shut eyes. No matter how many times she tried, the bottle wouldn't budge.

A crisp, cedar scent drifted toward her as Cassian's cool fingers gently—but firmly—took the bottle from her grasp.

Ruby stiffened, but she knew he was only trying to help. Lips pressed in a hard line, she said nothing.

He unscrewed the cap, then took her free right hand and placed two pills in her palm.

They worked in silence, the atmosphere brittle as glass.

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