Marrying a Warhound (Cassian) novel Chapter 67

“Your Highness, are you alright?”

“Your Highness!”

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I coughed hard, stumbling back as I clutched my neck. My throat burned, each breath scraping like glass.

On the bed, Cassian’s hand dropped limply to his side. His head rolled against the pillow, and his chest rose with shallow, uneven breaths. He had fainted again, just like before.

The door burst open. Boots thundered across the floor, and both Mendez and Rio rushed to

1. me.

“My lady-” Rio reached for my arm, but I shook him off.

“I can manage,” I rasped, straightening. My knees trembled, but I forced them to lock. “Put him back on the bed. Secure him before he hurts himself again.”

Rio hesitated, clearly torn between me and Cassian, but Mendez didn’t waste time. “Help me with him,” he ordered.

Together, they lifted Cassian’s limp frame and laid him flat against the mattress. His weight made the bed creak, his arm sliding limply to the side until Rio pushed it back into place. Cassian looked like he hadn’t moved at all, like none of it had just happened.

My pulse was still hammering. My skin prickled with the memory of his grip. Twice now. He’s tried to kill me twice while he was in the state.

“Mendez,” I said, my voice raw. “We need to talk.”

He shot a look at Rio, then nodded. “Leave us,” he told him.

Rio opened his mouth to argue, but one sharp glance from Mendez silenced him. He gave me a curt bow and stepped out, pulling the door shut behind him.

The room felt smaller without him.

Mendez turned back to me, his expression grave. “I apologize for what happened, my lady.”

I shook my head. “You don’t need to apologize. But you do need to explain.” My hand pressed against my neck again, the ache pulsing. His grip was strong enough to immediately give me a bruise. Without my healing ability, I too would have fainted then. “This isn’t the first time it’s

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happened.”

His frown deepened. “What do you mean?”

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I swallowed hard and forced the words out. “When we went to the cave. Cassian stayed behind while I carried the children out. He stood in that poison miasma the whole time. By the time I came back, he looked unconscious. I thought he’d collapsed from exposure. But when I tried to move him, he grabbed me. His eyes-” I hesitated, the memory burning fresh. “His eyes were red. Just like tonight.”

Mendez’s gaze darted to Cassian, then back to me. His jaw tightened. “And afterward?”

“He fainted. Same as now. He didn’t wake for hours, even though he wasn’t injured. I checked his body over and over again and tried to heal it, thinking… thinking it was the smoke or the miasma. “I crossed my arms, trying to steady myself. “At first I blamed the miasma. But now… this is different. Something else is happening.”

Mendez’s face darkened. He looked at Cassian for a long moment before finally asking, “When he attacked you, both times, his eyes were red?”

I nodded slowly. “Both times. Exactly the same.”

Mendez inhaled sharply, then gestured toward the chair. “You need to sit.”

“I’m fine,” I said, stiff. “I can heal myself.”

His tone hardened. “Sit.”

I steadied myself in the chair, my hands still pressed against my knees. “What do I know about the fae?” I exhaled slowly. “Not much. Only that they aren’t our enemies. In the south, they’re rare, very, very rare. I’ve never seen one with my own eyes.”

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