Marrying a Warhound (Cassian) novel Chapter 137

Chapter 137

Chapter 137

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I didn’t need a mirror to know I was blushing. My face was probably as red as the stones near the forge.

Cassian was already in the pool, his hand still held out to me. The water came up to his waist, rippling faintly around him. The faint blue light from the cave made his skin look sharper, his shoulders broader, every scar more visible. I didn’t even know where to look. Or maybe I did, and that was exactly the problem. Slowly, I removed the cloak that hid my ruined dress.

He had seen me naked in the past. He had touched my body, the body that already belonged to him since I signed my name in that parchment of paper. I couldn’t understand why I was even hesitating this time. I swallowed then removed the rest of my clothes. Then, I purposely lowered my gaze, avoiding his eyes as I moved.

The water was cold when I stepped in, but the moment I moved closer, it didn’t feel cold anymore. Maybe because of how close he was. Maybe because I could see him clearly now, just a few inches away, bare, calm, like this was nothing. But for me, it was definitely something.

My heart wouldn’t stop racing. It was ridiculous, really. I had seen him shirtless before, many times. But this time, it was different. I felt like my entire brain had gone blank, except for one very stupid question sitting right at the edge of my tongue.

And of course, I asked it.

“Do you… um… need help bathing?”

The second the words left my mouth, I wanted to drown myself on the spot. My hand twitched toward my forehead, ready to slap some sense into it, but it was too late. The words existed now, out loud. Echoing in a

cave.

Cassian’s head tilted slightly. He didn’t answer right away, which made it worse. The silence was torture. Then, finally, he said, “Yes.” I thought I heard some mirth in his voice.

I froze. “Yes?”

When I looked at him, his eyes had changed. The red on it looked even redder, it looked bright and burning, like molten metal. For a moment, I couldn’t even think. It didn’t look dangerous, just intense. Too intense.

Then, before I realized what I was doing, my hand lifted, reaching for his face. I wasn’t thinking, I just wanted to touch him. Maybe to see if he was real, or maybe because something inside me wanted to close that small distance between us.

But before my fingers could reach him, his hand moved. He caught my wrist mid–air. The touch wasn’t rough, but it stopped me completely. I stilled, breath caught in my throat.

For a second, I thought he was going to pull me closer again. My heart jumped at the idea, and I felt every beat echo in my ears. His fingers tightened slightly around my wrist, firm but not hurting, and then… he pressed something into my palm.

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I blinked and looked down. A round, smooth object sat there. It felt soft, slightly grainy, and smelled faintly of

herbs.

“It’s soap,” he said.

Soap? That was definitely not what I expected.

I swallowed hard. “Soap,” I repeated, because apparently, my brain had stopped forming useful words.

He gave a faint nod, the corners of his mouth twitching like he knew exactly what I was thinking. “You wanted to help me bathe,” he said.

I wanted the cave to swallow me whole. Of course he remembered that. “I didn’t mean it like that,” I mumbled, though my voice sounded too small to matter.

He didn’t respond. Instead, he turned around. Water rippled around him as his back came into view.

I froze.

I’d seen the scars before, but standing this close, I noticed how deep they ran, thin, curved marks across his shoulders and down his spine, some old, some newer, each one a reminder of what he had endured. My throat tightened.

Suddenly, the soap felt heavy in my hand.

He didn’t turn. “Hm?”

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