Burn Me Once, Burn With Me novel Chapter 310

Ruby’s eyes were glazed and unfocused, her pupils almost ghostly white—a sight so stark it was painful to look at.

She blinked, lowering her gaze, and only then did her vision sharpen a little.

The first thing she saw was a pair of leather shoes, caked with mud.

They looked scuffed and dirty, but even so, the polished leather gleamed with a telltale, expensive shine.

All around her, the rhythmic thud of shoes echoed—measured, purposeful, and chilling in their orderliness.

“Everyone down! Hands on your heads!”

A wave of stone-faced bodyguards in tailored suits swept into the warehouse, brandishing batons that crackled to life with a flicker of electricity. The weapons were pointed straight at the people inside, unwavering.

It was clear that if anyone dared resist, the next heartbeat would see those batons pressed to their foreheads.

And leading them was Cassian—the one man who had both the nerve and the power to pull this off.

Within seconds, the chaos of the warehouse was subdued.

“Cass—Cassian?”

Ruby’s throat was dry, her voice barely more than a whisper. In those lifeless eyes, a glimmer of hope finally broke through.

She stared at him, disbelief and relief mingling on her battered face.

Cassian’s eyes were dark, cold fury flickering in their depths as he took in her disheveled state, but when he met Ruby’s gaze, his expression softened in an instant.

How long had she been left in a place like this?

His eyes swept over the squalid surroundings.

The moment he stepped inside, the damp chill had seeped into his bones—how could someone as fragile as Ruby possibly survive it?

A storm of emotion churned in Cassian’s chest. The veins on the back of his clenched hand stood out starkly at his side.

But when his gaze fell on Ruby’s pale face, everything else faded away.

“Are you hurt?”

He dropped to one knee, the sound of it sharp against the concrete.

Ruby blinked in confusion, as if trying to tell if this was real or just some fevered dream.

She didn’t have long to wonder—a rough but gentle hand cupped her cheek, anchoring her to the present.

“It’s over now. You’re safe.”

Cassian’s voice was low, steady—there was something almost magical about it, something that made it impossible not to believe him.

Ruby opened her mouth, but found her throat so tight she couldn’t speak.

She couldn’t deny there was bitterness toward Cassian—maybe even hatred—but after her release from prison, she’d done her best to bury all those feelings deep inside.

She wanted to ignore him, not to care, and for a while, she’d managed. But now, after staring death in the face, seeing Cassian again flooded her with emotion too sharp to name.

“You… how did you find me?”

She tried to sit up straight, to hold on to her dignity, but the pain that racked her body forced a gasp from her lips.

“Don’t move.”

Cassian’s tone was commanding, but his hands were gentle as he carefully rolled up her bloodstained sleeve and began cleaning her injuries with disinfectant and bandages pulled from his pocket.

Old wounds and new, left untreated, had stuck to the fabric, and every movement sent a fresh wave of pain through her.

At his command, the bodyguards leapt into action, descending on their targets like arrows unleashed.

In no time, a crowd of trembling men were forced to their knees before Bennett.

For the first time, pride crept into his posture—the same cold authority Cassian always carried.

He marched forward and yanked the two main culprits—Low Voice and Sleazeball—out of the lineup.

Just then, an inhuman howl echoed from deep within the warehouse.

Both men stiffened in terror.

They remembered—the brute they’d drugged for their sick schemes must be feeling the effects by now.

Before they could process it, hands clamped down on their necks, lifting them off the ground like rag dolls.

Panic exploded. “What are you doing?! Let us go! Stop!”

“What am I doing?” Bennett sneered. “Just giving you a taste of your own medicine.”

The two men were thrown into the pitch-black storeroom.

The door slammed shut. No matter how they screamed or pounded, no one answered.

Bennett’s lips twisted into a cold smile.

He’d made sure to give the brute another dose of the same drug.

Let them suffer the consequences of their own cruelty.

Moments later, the warehouse echoed with screams—pain, terror, and something far more depraved—like the howls of wild animals let loose.