Marrying a Warhound I pictured Cassian Valemont stepping over the bodies of his four wives. Did they scream? Did he linger to relish the sound, or stride on, already hunting bride number five? “Atasha, the council assured us that this marriage is done to appease the young lord. It is nothing but formalities,” my mother’s voice brought me back from my stupor. Marriage. Yes. A marriage with Cassian Valemont himself. I pressed two fingers against the unmarked skin over my heart and tried, one last

Marrying a Warhound I pictured Cassian Valemont stepping over the...