Marrying a Warhound (Cassian) novel Chapter 10

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Chapter 10

ATASHA’S POV

“How is she?”

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“I told you,” I murmured, the taste of iron still thick in my throat, “I’m fine.” I eyed the body of the maid. “I think we should find out who sent her. I mean- she just- she just made me think it was you who wanted me dead.”

Cassian didn’t respond. He didn’t even glance my way.

Instead, he turned to the doctor kneeling beside me, a graying man with a worn leather bag and eyes that flicked between my face and the blood–drenched floor. His fingers pressed gently against my arm, then my ribs, checking for damage that wasn’t there.

His eyes were sharp, clinical, the kind that had seen too much to flinch at spilled blood. He wore the same black and crimson that marked Cassian’s men, but something about him felt colder, like he had long since traded empathy for efficiency. His fingers prodded at my ribs and arm, methodical and detached, as if I were just another body on a battlefield.

Cassian’s silence pressed on me heavier than the girl’s corpse.

My gaze dropped, heat creeping up my neck as doubt swirled in my chest. Had I overstepped? Was I too bold? Too reckless? The words echoed in my head, and suddenly, I couldn’t tell if I should apologize or stay silent. Every second of his silence made the air feel tighter.

What if he thought I was a burden now? What if he realized someone out there wanted me gone and decided I wasn’t worth the risk? Would he leave me behind?

The thought coiled around my ribs like a vice. I didn’t know the rules here. I didn’t know him. And in this place, one wrong step could cost everything.

After a long moment, the pack doctor exhaled sharply through his nose and rose to his feet. “She’s not wounded,” he said, with the kind of disbelief only years of experience could wear thin. “Her clothes are torn, and there’s blood everywhere, but there’s not a scratch on her body.”

Cassian’s eyes never left me. “Then tell everyone,” he said, voice low, cold. “That my bride is mortally wounded. Say she’s unconscious. Fading. I don’t care how you spin it. Just make sure no one suspects she survived.”

“What?” I shot up, heart lurching, “Why would you–Cassian, what are you doing?” I wasn’t even wounded! Why would he want everyone to know that I was dying?

He didn’t answer. Instead, he turned to the guards at the door, who hadn’t moved since

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entering. “No one enters this room,” he ordered. “Not until I say otherwise. Tell them we have done our best to help her and call Lucas, I need him here.”

“Cassian!” I stepped forward as his men started moving out. “I’m fine. The Demon Fang are attacking, we don’t have time for this. Why are you acting like—”

“Foolish girl,” he cut in sharply, his tone slicing through my words like a blade. “Do you think I care about the Demon Fangs and your pack?” he snorted.

I flinched, words dying in my throat.

He stepped toward me, not rushing, but with a kind of coiled intensity that made me instinctively retreat. There was heat in him now, not the kind that warmed. His anger wasn’t loud, but it was clear, like standing too close to molten steel. It radiated from him in waves, and my feet backed up before I could think better.

“I—I’m sorry,” I stammered. My hands curled into the shredded hem of my tunic. “I didn’t mean to question you. I didn’t mean to offend-”

He said nothing, but kept moving until the space between us was narrow enough that I had to tilt my head to meet his gaze. I tried to say more, to fill the silence that pressed between us, but my throat closed.