Burn Me Once, Burn With Me novel Chapter 467

He scrambled to his feet and rushed toward Ruby, but after crouching for so long, the sudden rush of blood to his head nearly made him stumble and fall.

When Ruby stepped forward to steady him, she finally remembered the headache that had been nagging at her.

She hadn’t expected the search to go so smoothly; with everything found, they could leave Stormhaven as soon as tomorrow morning. But then it hit her—she’d forgotten the promise she’d made to Landon.

She was supposed to take him to visit her grandmother’s grave and the old homestead.

“Who’s this?”

The moment Landon spotted Asher, his eyes sparkled with curiosity, tinged with a hint of wariness.

“He’ll be coming with us to Quinborough tomorrow,” Ruby explained.

Landon, quick to catch the implication, blurted out, “You’re leaving tomorrow? Wait—Ruby! You promised me! Where’s Quinborough? I want to go too!”

He dug in his heels, voicing his protest.

Ruby pressed her lips together, holding back a sigh. “Alright, I’ll take you in the morning. We’ll visit the cemetery, then I’ll head back to Quinborough in the afternoon.”

At this, Landon calmed down a bit, but still clung to the idea. “What about Quinborough? I want to go there too.”

“And what would you do there?” Ruby frowned.

Landon stared at her with wide, earnest eyes, tilting his head like a puzzled puppy. “I just want to be with you.”

He sounded so innocent, so determined, that Ruby couldn’t help but let out a half-exasperated laugh.

If she’d known he’d stick to her like glue, she never would’ve gotten involved in the first place.

Landon seemed to sense her irritation, his gaze flickering, and his shoulders slumped as he looked down—suddenly all forlorn, like a puppy left out in the rain.

Ruby rubbed her forehead, exasperated. There it was again—the wounded act.

“Book your own ticket,” she said curtly, then grabbed Fanny and Asher and ushered them back inside, shutting the door firmly behind her.

Meanwhile, the door to the room next door opened.

Landon’s eyes lit up, but the excitement faded quickly when he saw the man leaning in the doorway.

With a subtle shift, Landon slipped back into the persona of the untouchable musical prodigy he played so easily on stage.

“Why are you chasing after her? What do you really want?” Cassian’s glare was cold as steel.

Landon just gave a soft, mocking laugh, his blue eyes glinting as he fixed them on Cassian. “Chasing? Mr. Veyne, you’re the one who can’t let go. You’re yesterday’s news, hoping your ‘deep devotion’ still means something.”

His voice, clear and sharp as a mountain stream, dripped with scorn.

For once, Cassian’s usually impassive eyes flashed with fury.

“You’ve got a death wish,” he growled, lunging forward.

Beneath a sky streaked with evening gold, a lavishly appointed Western-style villa—no, a whole cluster of villas—stood out in majestic splendor.

A courier, baseball cap and mask in place, paused at the grand entrance, unable to resist peeking at the opulent décor inside.

He pressed the intercom, and soon a young woman in designer loungewear came to the door.

One glance told him she was wearing the latest release from C Collective, the kind that made headlines for its million-dollar price tag—even their casual clothes were for the elite. He hadn’t expected to see it in person after only seeing it on billboards.

“Good afternoon, I have a package for you. Could you please sign here?”

He kept his head down, cap shadowing his features.

“A package?” The woman frowned, running a hand through her hair.

She turned the parcel over in her hands, checking the address with a puzzled look. “Quinborough… Are you sure this isn’t a mistake?”

“No mistake. The sender also asked me to pass on a message.”

“Hm?” She was already distracted, tapping away at her phone to send a photo of the package. “No one in our family ordered anything…”

“The sender says she’s the daughter who married out of your family. I double-checked—this should be the right address.”

At that, the woman pushed the parcel back. “The Steele family doesn’t have a daughter who married out. You must be—”

She stopped mid-sentence, realization dawning on her face. She stared down at the package, her expression changing in an instant.