Marrying a Warhound (Cassian) novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115

ATASHA’S POV

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If the ground could open and swallow me whole, I would gladly let it. Better that than standing here, pretending I wasn’t replaying the last few minutes in my head like some kind of shameless fool. Cassian’s mouth, the weight of him, the way my legs had wrapped around his waist, goddess, I wanted to dig a hole in the cabin floor and bury myself in it.

I should have been focusing on Halden and Grace, who were talking with Cassian just a few steps away, but I couldn’t. My ears rang with their words, yet all I could hear was my own heartbeat.

He had asked me, what have you done to me? And then he kissed me again. Not once or twice but over and over again until my body felt like it had forgotten how to breathe without him pressed against me.

And if that wasn’t enough to ruin me, there was the hard press I’d felt against my waist. I nearly covered my face at the memory. Married or not, nothing had prepared me for that. The thought of it made me want to combust from sheer embarrassment. I wasn’t ready. At least, that’s what my mind insisted. My body, however, hadn’t seemed to care.

“Are you certain it was Matron Yara?” Cassian’s voice cut through my stupor, low and sharp, pulling me back to the present.

I forced my gaze away from him, away from the memory of his lips, and toward Halden. His face was pale, his arm still bound from Reina’s blade, but his eyes were steady when they flicked to me before settling back on Cassian.

Halden nodded. “It was her. The Matron persuaded Reina to come here, even knowing the danger. My daughter spoke her name before she turned her blade against me. But beyond that, she refuses to say more.”

I turned toward Grace, hoping for something else, some detail that would make this make sense. She looked grim, her hand still resting on the hilt of her sword as if she didn’t trust the quiet. “Reina won’t speak another word. She’s either too afraid… or too far gone under Yara’s influence.”

I tightened my grip on my own hands, my embarrassment giving way to something heavier. Matron Yara. The name alone made the air feel colder.

And for the first time since Cassian kissed me, I managed to push away the heat and shame twisting inside me. Something darker was brewing outside these walls.

Then, Cassian stood suddenly, the chair scraping against the floor as his voice cut through the room. “Follow

me.”

I rose quickly, my body reacting before my mind caught up. But before I stepped after him, my gaze slid back to Halden. His expression was drawn, worn down by exhaustion and pain, yet steady in its restraint.

“Thank you,” I said softly. “For trying to stop your daughter.”

Halden blinked, as though my words caught him off guard. He hesitated, then pushed himself up to bow stiffly. The gesture looked wrong. On impulse, I reached out and caught his shoulder before he could lower fully.

20:32 Wed, Sep 24

Chapter 115

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