Marrying a Warhound (Cassian) novel Chapter 93

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MATRON YARA IRONSONG (IRONSONG MANSION)

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Yara rubbed grit from her eyes and forced herself back to the stack of reports. Her armor still smelled of pitch and smoke from the night watch. The first wave had been heavier than the last cycle, more bodies at the walls, more pressure at the south gate, and two breaches in the market barricade before the ballista crews could clear the lanes. No deaths on their side, but plenty of torn hands, cracked ribs, and a dozen men who’d wake shaking for a week.

Requests piled up on her desk: arrow shafts, spearheads, replacement shields, fresh cord for the torsion arms, oil, bandages, clean water. Quartermasters demanded signatures, healers wanted runners, captains pressed for answers. She hadn’t slept since yesterday, and the pounding behind her eyes made it harder to think straight.

A sharp knock rattled the door. Before she could answer, it swung open.

“Matron, forgive my disrespect,” Maningo said, dropping to one knee. His head was bowed. “I received news.”

“Speak,” Yara replied, hiding her exhaustion.

“Lord Cassian and Lady Atasha were not spotted at the northern outpost.”

Yara frowned. “What do you mean?” She knew that Lord Cassian and the Lady left for the Northern Outpost just the other day. Their goal is to reach the outpost before the red moon starts.

“I’ve had word from our lookouts. Lord Cassian did not arrive with Mendez and the others. And the Lady was not with them either. The carriage reached the outpost, but it was broken, as if attacked. None of the men who arrived were wounded.”

Yara pushed back from the desk. “Cassian often leaves the outpost when the red moon rises. He fights outside.”

“Yes, Matron,” Maningo said carefully. “But they say he never came in with the column at all. Neither did the Lady.”

Her jaw set. “Saddle my horse.”

She didn’t waste another word. Minutes later she was in the yard, swinging into the saddle. The center was still in triage, runners pounding along the lanes, smithies hammering, healers dragging cots, but she threaded through it at a hard canter and took the east road without slowing.

The Morrow household guard moved to announce her. She didn’t give them time. She pushed through the doors and strode straight to Halden Morrow’s study.

“Don’t treat my mansion as your own,” Halden said without looking up.

Yara crossed to his sideboard, uncorked a bottle, and poured herself a short glass. It burned on the way down, which helped.

She poured herself a second glass and met his eyes. “Have you heard the news?”

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Yara dropped into the chair near the fireplace, the stem of the glass pinched between her fingers. The red liquid caught the lamplight, dark as blood.

“The Lady and the Lord were not spotted at the northern outpost,” she said.

That pulled Halden’s attention up from his desk. His eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”

She swirled the wine, watching the surface tilt. “I mean, Lord Cassian did not arrive in the North.”

Halden’s frown deepened. His jaw twitched. “The Lord- ”

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