Marrying a Warhound (Cassian) novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3

“Put it down.”

“Be careful, My lord,” the man said, eyes still locked on me. “She’s a witch. Witches can hide their appearance and easily trick you. They must be killed.”

Cassian frowned. He glanced at the man. “Do you smell sulfur?”

The man blinked, confused. “No, my lord.”

smell anything rotten?”

“Do you smell

“…No.”

Cassian looked back at me, then smiled faintly. “Then she’s not a witch. Just a helpless Omega.”

The man’s grip didn’t ease. His eyes flicked toward Cassian like he was debating whether to obey.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” Cassian’s voice didn’t rise. It didn’t need to.

The pressure in the room immediately shifted. The kind of stillness that came before blood was spilled.

Finally, the blade lowered.

A sting lit across my throat, just a thin line, shallow, but it burned. The bastard glared at me like I’d caused it.

Cassian didn’t look at me. “Leave.”

The man didn’t move.

Cassian’s gaze sharpened. “I said, leave and go to the penitentiary hall for a week.”

There was tension in the air for a beat too long. Then the man bowed stiffly and turned on his heel. The door closed behind him.

A sigh of relief escaped my lips. My hand hovered near my neck. Just like the cut on my hand, the wound on my neck was now gone. I swallowed and looked back at Cassian.

“Does anyone else know about this?” he asked.

I let out a short breath and shook my head. “You saw how your man reacted. What do you think my father would do?” A bitter laugh escaped before I could stop it. “He wouldn’t need a sword. He’d hand me over to the Council himself.” Killing a witch is an honor. But handing a witch to the council would give them merit.

“Not even your lovely little sister?” he asked.

I shook my head. “I didn’t want to expose her to anything or force her to hide this secret for me. It was a burden.” That was an honest answer. How could I let Celeste carry this burden with me? Working with someone that they considered a witch is punishable by death.

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Cassian said nothing.

Instead, he stepped forward and took my hand, the one I had cut.

I flinched. “What are you-?”

He brought it to his nose, inhaling slowly like he was memorizing the scent.

I tried to pull away, but his grip didn’t budge.

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“What are you doing?” I asked, my heart starting to race. He didn’t answer. Then he stepped closer.

In one clean motion, his other hand slid behind me. Without saying a word, he pressed his face against the side of my neck.

I froze.

The heat of his breath skimmed my skin. His grip on my hand remained firm. I could feel the solid weight of him, the cold dampness of his coat, the quiet threat wrapped around every inch of his stillness.

My heart slammed against my ribs–loud, fast, out of control.

He didn’t move. Not right away. Just stood there, breathing me in like a predator cataloging its prey.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes met mine with a sharpness that pinned me to the floor.

“You don’t smell like blood,” he said.

My face burned. “No… my lord.” What was I even thinking? Of course, he was trying to see how good my ability was.

“And your wounds are healed. No scars or any signs that it has been there.”

“Yes.”

Without hesitation, he took the dagger from my hand and dragged it across his own palm.

My eyes widened. “What are you—

“Heal it.” It was an order I cannot refuse.

I stared at him. Lunatic! This man is crazy! Yet I took his calloused hand without asking questions.

My fingers touched the wound.

And just like before, it vanished.

The torn skin pulled together seamlessly. No blood, no scar, not even a mark. Like it had never been there at

all.

I then quickly pulled my hand away.

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He didn’t answer. One arm locked around my waist, jerking me forward so fast I hit his chest. The wind knocked out of me.

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