Marrying a Warhound (Cassian) novel Chapter 110

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“My Lady.” Rio’s voice cut through my haze, pulling me back. I turned my head toward him, struggling to

focus.

“Take me to the infirmary,” I managed.

The words scraped out of me, but even speaking them seemed to steady the storm building inside. The pressure in my chest swelled, clawing at my lungs until every breath felt shallow, stolen. It wasn’t just pain anymore—it was energy, raw and restless, flooding my veins. My body shook with it, and I pressed a hand hard against my ribs as if that alone could hold it in.

Rio’s eyes darkened with worry, but I didn’t give him the chance to argue. “Now.”

As he slipped his arm around me and guided me forward, I realized the sensation wasn’t pulling me apart aimlessly. It had direction. Each step made the burn inside me shift, not easing, but straining toward something ahead. My legs trembled, yet I kept moving because I could feel it, the energy was pointing me.

Leading me.

And where it led was clear… to the wounded.

The cries from the infirmary grew louder as we approached, the scent of iron and herbs mixing thick in the air. My chest tightened further, and the pressure twisted sharp enough to bring bile to my throat. I knew if I didn’t release it, it would tear me from the inside out.

Rio held me steady as we crossed the threshold. Despite this, all I could think was that I needed to reach them, the broken bodies scattered on those cots. The thing inside me demanded it.

He supported me firmly and guided me into the small infirmary, where healers were already rushing between the wounded. The air was thick with the smell of blood and herbs.

“My Lady…” Mendez’s eyes widened the moment he saw me. “Are you alright? You look-”

“Take me to the one with the worst wounds,” I cut him off. My voice was rough but steady enough to leave no room for doubt.

Mendez didn’t hesitate. He nodded and quickly led me toward the far side of the infirmary, where the most critically injured soldiers had been placed.

There were people everywhere, soldiers being carried in, healers rushing with bowls of water and bundles of herbs, attendants running with bandages. The chaos pressed in from all sides, but I didn’t care. My body screamed at me to move faster, to find someone, anyone, to heal.

“My Lady… this place-” Mendez started, his voice uncertain as if he wanted to warn me.

“I know, Mendez.” I pressed a hand over my mouth for a moment, fighting the urge to vomit blood, then forced myself to bend over the soldier sprawled on the cot in front of me. His chest barely rose.

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The words carried echoed inside the small infirmary and the others followed. One by one, voices rose, men bowing their heads, women lowering their gazes. “Greetings to the Northern Consort.” The silence broke, not with condemnation, but with recognition.

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