Marrying a Warhound (Cassian) novel Chapter 113

Chapter 113

ATASHA’S POV

“You are wounded…”

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Cassian looked like hell. And that was an understatement. He stood before me, his armor was split in several places, the metal dented and streaked with dried blood. Cuts lined his gauntlets, and his boots left dark stains on the floor with every step. His shoulders were stiff, his movements heavy, but his eyes, those crimson eyes, still burned with unshaken fire.

The healers had barely whispered of his return when I ran out of the infirmary, pushing through the crowd until I saw him. Dawn was breaking, pale light creeping past the walls, signaling that the third night had ended. We had survived. But seeing him now made it clear survival had come at a price.

He didn’t speak. His jaw was tight, his expression unreadable, but I knew him well enough to recognize the fury simmering beneath his silence.

Before I could say anything, he closed the distance between us and pulled me into his arms. The suddenness of it drew a gasp from me, and then his legs coiled, launching us away from the infirmary in a single powerful leap.

I didn’t fight it. I wasn’t even surprised when the blur of ground and trees brought us back to the cabin. Outside, I caught sight of Grace and Halden waiting near the entrance, but Cassian didn’t so much as glance at them. He carried me straight inside and shut the door with a hard thud.

The silence weighed heavy as he set me down. My fingers twitched uselessly at my sides, my mind in shambles. We had a deal. I signed that paper and agreed that my ability belonged to him. He decided when and where I used it. I wasn’t supposed to reveal it unless he commanded me. Yet I had, in front of everyone.

My voice came out unsteady before I could stop it. “I… I apologize. I didn’t mean to. I wasn’t supposed to show them.” I swallowed hard, heat stinging my throat. “But something inside me-” The words broke, catching against the tightness in my chest,

I didn’t even understand why I was explaining myself. He didn’t need excuses. Still, the way his silence pressed down on me, made something in me want to reach for him, to close the space, to calm him,

“It was killing me, My Lord,” I forced out, my voice raw. “I had to release it, or it would have torn me apart. And the soldiers… they needed me. I know I should have asked you first. I know it was against your orders. But I couldn’t stop.”

“Do you even understand what you’ve done?” His voice was sharp, cold, the kind of tone that cut through excuses before they could form.

I flinched, my throat tightening. “I-”

“You weren’t thinking,” he growled, taking a step toward me. The boards under his boots creaked with the weight of him. “You acted on impulse. As always, you were careless. Do you think the North forgives that?”

My lips parted, but the words felt brittle in my mouth. “They needed me-”

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Chapter 113

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“They need a Lord who can keep them alive,” Cassian snapped. His eyes burned brighter. He closed the distance until I had no choice but to tilt my head back to meet them. “And now they’ve seen you. All of you. You’ve revealed your hand. Do you know what that means?”

I held my breath, his words digging deeper than any wound. Freedom. That was what I had wanted all along. The right to choose, to stand on my own. But what was I even thinking? By revealing my ability, I had chained myself tighter to him than before. I wasn’t free, I had made myself the bait.

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