Marrying a Warhound (Cassian) novel Chapter 64

Chapter 64

ATASHA’S POV

“For now, he needs rest,” I said, and set my palms on his chest.

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The wound fought me. Heat pulsed under the gauze, and the edges tried to seal, then tore open again with a wet sound. I pushed past the surface, found the place where the poison sat, and pulled. It came in threads, fine, dark, and gritty, clinging to the vessels like burrs. I drew them out a strand at a time into the basin Mendez held ready. When the last flecks lifted, the heat dropped. The bleeding slowed to a steady ooze and then to nothing.

I closed the vessels and left the skin half–knit so we could watch for any return. Almost immediately, his breathing evened. Color crept back into his lips. He would need hours to finish healing, but the poison was out.

Mendez exhaled. “Can you describe it for the record?”

“Yes.” I wiped my hands and looked at the basin. The residue had already dulled, like ash in water. “It binds to blood first, then crawls inward. It goes for the organs, heart, liver, lungs, before it worries about skin. When the body tries to heal, it reacts. The more you heal, the harder it eats. That’s why his wound kept reopening. This is highly dangerous for werewolves as we have faster healing abilities.”

Mendez nodded, already reaching for the ledger. “Delivery?”

“Arrow head carried it,” I said. “Not metal or wood. It dissolved on contact after it did its job. The thing is, I have no idea what is it made out of. The poison held to the vessels and lined the edges of the tear. It felt like fine grit and resin. Bitter taste in the nose, like pine tar and old iron.”

He wrote fast. “Mechanism?”

“It rides the healing response,” I said. “When tissue starts to knit, it releases heat and eats the new growth. It forces a fresh bleed and drives the damage deeper. If you suppress healing for a short window, you can slow it, but you still have to remove it. It doesn’t wash out on its own.”

He glanced up. “Time to fatality?”

“Hours,” I said. “Less, if the target is ordinary. His body bought him time. Most people wouldn’t have made it to me.”

Mendez tapped the basin. “Anything else?”

I hesitated. “When I pulled it, it fought back. Not a reflex, it almost feels like… anger.” I met his eyes. “It felt like someone was watching through it. Pushing against me. That pressure stopped

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when I cut the last threads. I can’t prove it, but I think the poison carried a will tied to whoever made it.”

“A named curse bound into a toxin,” he said, jaw tight. “We’ll treat it like that.”

“Burn the bandages,” I added. “Boil every instrument twice. Seal the waste jar with salt and have Thane carry it to the ash pit himself. No apprentices touch it.”

“Done.” He wrote as I spoke.

“He’ll sleep,” I said. “When he wakes, keep his intake light. Broth first. If there’s any return of heat or streaking, send for me.”

Rio staggered through the doorway, dropped to one knee, and clutched his chest. His breath hitched like he’d swallowed smoke.

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